A Fresh Coat Of Gold
by Mihika Malhotra · 2 min read
A prayer wheel. A painter. A pause. Ordinary things that we take for granted, dismissed as background rather than meaning. And yet, can these seemingly unremarkable moments reshape our misconception of rebirth as something dramatic or spectacular? Perhaps rebirth does not arrive in grand declarations or visible transformations, but in repetition, patience and subtle shifts of awareness. If rebirth and consequently rebranding lives here—in routine, attention and ordinary—then what might we discover if we began to look more closely at the moments we usually overlook?
The monastery wasn’t being rebuilt. No rituals were underway. No chants marked the moment. At Richending Goemba, winter slows everything down. The uneven stone stairs hold the night’s chill and prayer flags hang stiff and faded. Breath becomes visible. Movement becomes deliberate. A determined worker repaints the red rims of the prayer wheels, coating them with a layer of fresh gold. The wheels still carried the same prayers, spun by the same hands, turned by the same wind.
Yet something in the space felt newly attentive, newly alive. Nothing essential had changed and yet something had begun again. There is a lasting misconception that rebirth must be dramatic. We carry a vision that something external must be conquered or something internally would be violently undone. We imagine transformation as a battlefield: a sword driven through flesh and bone, an old self collapsing so that a new one may rise toward the white light. Only after visible destruction, we believe, can the process of birth begin again.
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