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Lions Roar : July 2018
The Sacred Feminine In Vajrayana Buddhism, dakinis are seen as unbridled and enlightened feminine energy. LAMA TSULTRIM ALLIONE on how she discovered her own dakini power. WHEN I WAS ELEVEN, I ran home on the last day of school and tore off my dress, literally popping the buttons off, feeling simultaneously guilty and liber- ated. I put on an old, torn pair of cutoff jean shorts, a white T-shirt, and blue Keds sneakers, and ran with my sister into the woods behind our gray colonial New Hampshire house. We went to play in the brook burbling down the steep hill over the mossy rocks, through the evergreens and deciduous trees, the water colored rich red-brown by the tannins in the leaves of the maple trees. We would play and catch foot-long white suckerfish with our hands, and then put them back because we didn’t want to kill them. Sometimes we swam naked at night with friends in the spring-fed lake nearby, surrounded by pine, birch, spruce, and maple trees. I loved the feel- ing of the water caressing my skin like velvet, with the moon reflecting in the mirror-like lake. My sister and my friend Joanie and I would get on our ponies bareback and urge them into the lake until they were surging up and down with water rushing over our thighs and down the backs of the horses; they were swimming with us as we laughed, cling- ing onto their backs. When violent summer thunderstorms blew through, instead of staying in the old wooden house, I would run and dance outside in the rain and thunder, scaring my mother. I liked to eat with my fingers, gnawing on the pork chop bone and gulping down big glasses of milk, in a hurry to get back outside. I loved gnaw- ing on bones. My mother would shake her head, saying in desperation, “Oh, darling, please, please eat with your fork! “MACHIGII”BYIMAGESOFENLIGHTENMENT/DAKINIASART/WWW.DAKINIASART.ORG HOT OFF THE PRESS LION’S ROAR | JULY 2018 73