Emotional heights and depths exist as ornaments, in the sense that ornaments don’t alter the basic nature of the person who wears them. You can wear joy, and you can wear sorrow. When you have the experience of joy or sorrow, you can have the sense that you are not actually totally defined by either. That is to say: who is it who wears this sorrow or this joy?
Once a leap of daring has been made – it is possible for arrogance to arise. One might feel a little carried away by one’s achievement and become a spiritual gorilla. One might start to beat one’s chest – and that is entirely alien to the spirit of the pawo or pamo. Arrogance is not a functional parameter of heroism. Authentic heroes and heroines are gentlemen and gentlewomen – they are unassuming, pliant, and spacious. The pawo or pamo is tender hearted. He or she has no interest in donning the rhinoceros hide trench coat of belligerent braggadocio and bestial bellicosity. The pawo or pamo who has renounced the reference point of personal victory becomes utterly fearless without becoming a King Kong of co-emergent confusion and callousness. 
There is no area of life that is ever separate from practice; whether we’re in a business meeting with the board, eating paella and drinking Prosecco with friends, roaring with laughter at a bad joke, hang gliding across the Grand Canyon, walking in the wind with the hounds on the hill, singing the blues, stringing beans, or attending a dying friend. Whether we’re on the bus, on the stage, or on the run, on a roll, on the mend, or on the make, on the toilet, on the edge, or on our last legs and last breath . . . there is nothing but practice. The essential practice of recognizing the one taste of emptiness and form, of wisdom and compassion, of manifesting the non-dual play of our awareness and kindness at all times. The name ‘Drala Jong’ means ‘Sparkling Meadow of Primal Iridescence’. Of this name, Ngak’chang Rinpoche and Khandro Déchen write: