image via The KamikaZEN
Don’t be jealous of the ‘stach but Great Plains Buddhists are wild variety of the well-known domestic Buddhist. We wander the Plains chasing the Great Ox of Enlightenment largely on our own. No teachers to guide us, very little sangha to support us but you will see our fires burn bright at night. Wild and untamed, is it any surprise that this particular take on the Dharma grew handlebar mustachios and donned a 10-gallon hat?
We exist on meager Dharma sustenance from the panhandle of Texas to the great northern prairie of Saskatchewan and even into the wilderness of Alaska. Not one for fancy centers or how-to new age books, the lone prairie Buddhist finds a moment of Dharma in a sink full of dishes, a woodpile needing to be chopped or moments of quietude between shifts. Rarely well-read but always well-intentioned, the Great Plains Buddha smells of campfire smoke, a wisp of tequila, a notion of incense with a serious undercurrent of bodhichitta.
We also love old reruns of “Kung Fu”…