My friend, Daja Wangchuk Meston, has written Comes the Peace: My Journey to Forgiveness, a remarkable memoir that, months after its publication, causes people to continue to talk to me about in email. Wangchuk's story is unique: abandoned by his hippie parents in a Tibetan Buddhist monastery in Kathmandu, Nepal, when he was four years old, he eventually made it to the US in his teens; met the Tibetan woman, Phuntsok, who herself grew up in a Tibetan refugee camp in India and who would become his wife; ultimately, reconciling with his father, who became schizophrenic around the time Wangchuk was born; and forgiving his mother, who chose the life of a Tibetan Buddhist nun over that be being a mother to her only child.
Profiled recently in The Boston Globe, Meston appears on Interfaith Radio, where he's interviewed. (Only error I found in quick read is that he was born in Switzerland, not California.)
Today, Phuni and Wangchuk mind Karma, an Asian arts store in Newton Centre, Massachusetts, and remind all of us that carrying anger ultimately does more harm to us than to those who reputedly made us angry. I find them inspiring and spend as much time with them as I can.
