Below are a few excerpts from my new book “The Same Sky”:
EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 1 UNDONE
My first stop would be Tibet. My curiosity about this lovely place went way back. As a kid, I was an avid stamp collector, and I remember scouring the globe for this obscure place, Tibet, that didn’t have its own stamps. Every other country had its own.
“Because they’re part of China,” my dad shrugged and went back to mowing the lawn, the air thick with the smell of grass and new spring. As I pulled out weeds with my small fists, I was determined to get to the bottom of it. How strange. Even odder that their leader, the Dalai Lama, with his big thick dark glasses and his kind warming face that reminded me of hot soup on a rainy day, wouldn’t go back to Tibet. He seemed to travel a lot but just never went home.
I learned years later that the Dalai Lama’s life had been threatened, and he had fled his homeland to escape the Chinese occupation. I couldn’t imagine another country invading Canada and our Prime Minister having to escape or be killed. READ MORE
EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 5 PRAYER WHEELS
Just as a temple could harbor ghosts of the painful past, so the temple of my mind walled a furtive place where my own secrets lived. And where there were secrets, there was often shame. I couldn’t speak about my past, not yet. Maybe when I was ready. When I could turn around and not see Christophe’s ghost trailing behind me.
As the sun set later that day, its warm rays beaming down on the fluttering prayer flags strung between the posts, I visited the prayer wheels that surrounded the entire temple. Hundreds of brass wheels perched on dusty wooden racks, row after row, with polished knobs at the base you could turn when walking past. It is believed that with each spin, your prayer flies upwards to heaven.
However difficult or painful this journey will be, I will survive and get to the other side.
EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 3 WAITING
I paced up and down the lobby and then stood at the window. I caught a glimpse of myself in the glass reflection: my face looked tired, and much older than my 29 years. Lines appeared at the edge of my eyes, pinched at the corners.