A Midsummer Night’s Donkey
Shambhala Centers and communities around the world celebrated the beginning of summer this last week with Midsummer Day. This sampling of stories and photos from around the mandala represents just a few of the events. Want to share your story? Email us!
Click here to read stories from:
Casa Werma in Patzcuaro, Mexico
Fredericton, New Brunswick
Atlanta and Boston Shambhala Centers
Halifax Shambhala, Nova Scotia
See below for the story from Karme Choling…
Karme Choling presents: A Midsummer Night’s Donkey
article by Aaron Delong, Gardener at Karme Choling
photos by Lori Dietrich
Ladder-ball. We’d been playing it for months. For some of us, it’d become a practice, going out after lunch, after supper, in the spaces between darkness and work, engaging in a game the Karme Choling Director of Development had built with his own two hands. He and his wife were a dynamic duo, a force to be reckoned with, and when our paths crossed in the semi-finals it was only by devious, trash-talking psychological tactics that my partner and I were able to prevail.We advanced to the finals. The crowds of the dinner hour thinned away, along with the thunderheads that had passed over earlier, and the summer evening transcended to a live gold in the trees, the sky somehow both violet and forget-me-not blue at once, the way that the world at dusk and dawn seems to hold multiple colors in the same space, objects one hue, the air something different, a wavelength not wholly perceived by the eyes but, rather, intuited, felt, beside the green of the leaf, the copper of the river bottom, the white of her skin against her dark, primrose dress. The magic time. Our host had advanced to the finals as well, along with her partner, the head of the Karme Choling kitchen. At stake was nothing too serious, just a handcrafted, papier-mache, golden donkey named Walter. There was a contingent that wanted to burn him, the golden donkey, in a sort of ceremonial act reminiscent of the burning men of the American Southwest. I was among them. But our host, Sandra, the head of housekeeping, wanted to preserve Walter. She wanted to save him, to bring him to Karme Choling, to integrate him into the community. The match ensued. It wasn’t close. Sandra lost and so, we gave her the donkey. We pulled our cars down the gravel drive to the beach. We packed away the picnic in the gathering dark. We broke open the last piñatas, took one last turn on the spring-loaded seesaw, ate one last piece of strawberry chocolate marble cake (against all our own better judgment). Then we went home.
Now the days shorten, lick a wick clipped one little bit each morning and night. Now we head on towards the fall…but, oh, what a joy! These lengthening summer nights – when we can gather together in the purpling dusk, play games and laugh, dance with sparklers in our hands and celebrate the coming and going, the passage of a river flowing quietly round the bend.
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