Being accepted

After all we went through the past year we doubted if people could see who we are.
We shouldn't have had that deep doubt for one little moment, we found out.

On one of our trips we paid a visit to a buddhist temple and the shops nearby.
I had been to one of the shops before and had a very nice conversation with the chinese owner.
This time there was a woman who turned out to be his mother.

We had a talk about buddhism, commercial buddhism (where you have to pay a lot to learn what was given free a lot of centuries long), and the inner need to be among people who are soft of heart. She smiled in a wise way when I said I often miss this in daily life.
And then we were invited over for buddha day.

We had a good day, I will write about that another day.

Interesting was that they are chinese and I am following the Tibetan tradition.
There was no problem with that on buddha day, however. All sorts of buddhists were present and on the main stage people from all over the world performed.

Then we had to be near the shop a few weeks later and she was happy to see us.
When my son said he needed some incence, she guided him to Tibetan incense and praised the positive effects on the lungs of that particular incense.

We felt like she said that she knew we were Tibetan buddhists, but she wanted to stay in contact nevertheless.

Now we're developing a friendship which is very precious.

I'm happy that the chinese people here are able to accept Tibetan buddhists and love with them and share their traditions in utter respect.