陆Journal山主手记
Letters to the valley
Solar terms, weather, guests, small happenings. Every so often, the founder writes one down.
Diudiu’s ten years
Diudiu is the camp’s corgi. It was here when the building began, and its paw prints are still in the stone path.
Yesu and Lost Horizon
People often ask why we put the camp so far into the mountains. Half the answer is in a novel from 1933.
A day in Nirru
Nirru lies at the heart of the Three Parallel Rivers. Each time I come back, I feel that a slower life has always been lived here.
Listening at Sumtseling
When my mind is unsettled, I drive to Sumtseling, sit outside the main hall, and listen to the monks chanting.
