Sleeping Around

Inspired by the writings of my wicked smart funny friends Jesse Seret (Perfect Calm), Trish Deitch (Distant Dock), Jessica Schickel (Chagrin and Bear It), Jen Sincero (Hey Little Bad Ass), and Janine Schulz (Oiling of a Rusty Mind), and encouraged by people I’ve met here and there, I will now commence the blog. Maybe just about beds. Maybe about other things too. But the beds are a constant. I’ve been keeping record of every mattress, hammock, waterbed, and couch I’ve spent the night on for some time, as many of you know.

Not every bed makes it into the bed collection. Sometimes I forget to take a picture. Once my computer was stolen on a night train in deepest India and I lost an important year of photos. Sometimes the beds in which I’ve slept would cause too much of a stir if made public, so. But there are lots beds in the bed collection. And stories behind each one.

If beds bore you then there is still some hope for us having a blogger/reader relationship. Let’s see how it goes. I’m only about 80% comfortable with this set up and welcome your input.

Love and kusheln from my red velvet bed in Berlin,

Noa
June, 2010
~ Monday, June 27 ~
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Sea To Sky Retreat Center, British Columbia (June 20-22, 2011) — Fifty-one people gathered at Sea to Sky for the Khyentse Foundation annual board meeting. The retreat center is off the grid, generating its own hydro power from the mountain streams that lead to Daisy Lake. Liquid diamonds in the morning. Cold aquamarine with black logs floating. Having lived here for a total of 9 months, I am experiencing sweet and powerful nostalgia. I fell in love here once. Up the hill I typed a whole book that changed my life. I received teachings and practiced. It’s an important place for me. * Roland drove us up in his rented Cadillac. Janine, Lynn and me all packed in tightly after a morning of lazing around on white carpet in the flat in Vancouver with the Brits. * From the bright glass landscape of Vancouver, we wound our way up the Sea to Sky Highway toward Whistler, turning off the road, passing the “do not enter” signs, and suddenly there we were in this hidden parcel of land, surrounded by a group of patrons and hard working volunteers who make Rinpoche’s aspirations a reality. * There are black slugs and the lake is impossibly blue. For two days we tramp the pine needle path to the pavillion and discuss the future of Buddhism and what we can do to support practitioners and students from every tradition. We dream big. We plan squarely. We thank Rinpoche for his generosity and he keeps giving. * I am assigned to sleep in the north cabin with board members Amelia and Bel, both financial advisers who can turn $6 million into $7 million. We also shared a room at the last board meeting in Patrick’s chateau near Toulouse. Some people think of us three as being tough ladies and maybe that’s why we get lumped together. And maybe there is some truth to it because we all get along. * I forgot to take a picture until the morning of my departure. I was all packed up in my suitcases about to creep out into the woods when I turned and snapped this photo. Bel and Amelia still softly sleeping is the dawn light.

Sea To Sky Retreat Center, British Columbia (June 20-22, 2011) — Fifty-one people gathered at Sea to Sky for the Khyentse Foundation annual board meeting. The retreat center is off the grid, generating its own hydro power from the mountain streams that lead to Daisy Lake. Liquid diamonds in the morning. Cold aquamarine with black logs floating. Having lived here for a total of 9 months, I am experiencing sweet and powerful nostalgia. I fell in love here once. Up the hill I typed a whole book that changed my life. I received teachings and practiced. It’s an important place for me.

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Roland drove us up in his rented Cadillac. Janine, Lynn and me all packed in tightly after a morning of lazing around on white carpet in the flat in Vancouver with the Brits.

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From the bright glass landscape of Vancouver, we wound our way up the Sea to Sky Highway toward Whistler, turning off the road, passing the “do not enter” signs, and suddenly there we were in this hidden parcel of land, surrounded by a group of patrons and hard working volunteers who make Rinpoche’s aspirations a reality.

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There are black slugs and the lake is impossibly blue. For two days we tramp the pine needle path to the pavillion and discuss the future of Buddhism and what we can do to support practitioners and students from every tradition. We dream big. We plan squarely. We thank Rinpoche for his generosity and he keeps giving.

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I am assigned to sleep in the north cabin with board members Amelia and Bel, both financial advisers who can turn $6 million into $7 million. We also shared a room at the last board meeting in Patrick’s chateau near Toulouse. Some people think of us three as being tough ladies and maybe that’s why we get lumped together. And maybe there is some truth to it because we all get along.

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I forgot to take a picture until the morning of my departure. I was all packed up in my suitcases about to creep out into the woods when I turned and snapped this photo. Bel and Amelia still softly sleeping is the dawn light.