Yellow Hat in Indiana

That the Tibetan Mongolian Buddhist Cultural Center is on the outskirts of Bloomington, Indiana, seems like it ought to be a surprise. But no. Diasporas of all stripes come to North America to enrich our tapestry.

But why Bloomington? More than 50 years ago, Thubten Jigme Norbu (d. 2008), the Dalai Lama’s brother and also an exile, accepted a position at Indiana University, founding one of the United States’ first Tibetan Studies programs.

“In 1978, a donation of 108 acres of land in southeast Bloomington enabled Norbu to found the Tibetan Cultural Center…” Bloom Magazine says. “With the help of volunteers and donations, multiple structures have been built over time, among them the only stupa (religious monument) dedicated to the more than one million Tibetans who have died since the beginning of the Chinese occupation of Tibet in 1950, as well as other structures rarely found outside of the Himalayan region, including a mani korlo (prayer wheel house).”

We arrived at the TMBCC on the morning of December 28. There’s more than one stupa on the grounds.
Tibetan Mongolian Buddhist Cultural Center Tibetan Mongolian Buddhist Cultural Center The prayer wheel house. It reminded me of the Gandantegchinlen (Gandan) Monastery in Mongolia.
Tibetan Mongolian Buddhist Cultural Center Tibetan Mongolian Buddhist Cultural Center Tibetan Mongolian Buddhist Cultural Center

The grounds wind through wooded land and eventually you come to the Kumbum Chamtse Ling Monastery.
Tibetan Mongolian Buddhist Cultural Center Behind the monastery is another structure — and a lot of prayer flags.
Tibetan Mongolian Buddhist Cultural Center Tibetan Mongolian Buddhist Cultural Center While inside the monastery, we were told that a fire puja ceremony was in the offing behind the building. I’ve read about them since, but find the concept hard to get my head around, so I’ll leave the details for others to explain.

I just know what I saw and heard. Monks chanted, built a fire and burned a variety of materials, such as grain and flowers. Under a tent to one side, more monks chanted. People watched from another tent, and under yet another stood a table arrayed with the items to be burned.
Tibetan Mongolian Buddhist Cultural Center fire puja

Not quite sure how long we watched and listened to the chanting. I didn’t understand a lick of it, yet somehow it was mesmerizing.