Feathers in a Panama Hat
Driving West in Search of a New Me: An Essay Excerpt
In July of 2016 I drove from Tallahassee, Florida to Pagosa Springs, Colorado to a Buddhist temple called Tara Mandala. I was going there to participate in a Tibetan healing practice called Chöd — and I was going there broken.
I was forty-four years old, freshly heartbroken, with feathers stuck into the brim of my Panama hat and prayers flying out my open car windows over the red earth of New Mexico. I didn't know yet who I was becoming. I just knew I needed to begin again.
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