Hi Marla, thank you for reading and commenting. I’m glad that the posts help you feel connected to the wider sangha. It’s not easy to leave the “other world” behind and head to the monastery. Just being as wholehearted and as mindful as you can in your daily activities helps to bring the monastery into your heart. 📿🙏
Fabulous post. I have wanted to be a monastic, and I have wanted to stay home in suburbia. Am I too attached to my longer post-lockdown hair to give it up? Tonight I went to a past employer's "alumni event" and tried hard not to smile too hard at the people I was delighted to see again (regardless
of the seriousness of conversations, one exceptionally good looking male acquaintance was telling me about the Holocaust themed play his nonprofit is putting on and I was biting my lip to not smile like an idiot because I enjoyed meeting eyes with him), or to notice (and judge) how inebriated some other people were. Drove home in cold rain past Detroit highway accidents, wish I were local to my Zen sangha and teachers. These posts make me feel connected to the wider sangha again. Bows.
Hi Marla, thank you for reading and commenting. I’m glad that the posts help you feel connected to the wider sangha. It’s not easy to leave the “other world” behind and head to the monastery. Just being as wholehearted and as mindful as you can in your daily activities helps to bring the monastery into your heart. 📿🙏
Thank you Heather. I feel your dispatches are paving the way for my step into the unknown early next year!
I hope you can make it across the pond to sit amid the trees and mountains. 📿🙏
Fabulous post. I have wanted to be a monastic, and I have wanted to stay home in suburbia. Am I too attached to my longer post-lockdown hair to give it up? Tonight I went to a past employer's "alumni event" and tried hard not to smile too hard at the people I was delighted to see again (regardless
of the seriousness of conversations, one exceptionally good looking male acquaintance was telling me about the Holocaust themed play his nonprofit is putting on and I was biting my lip to not smile like an idiot because I enjoyed meeting eyes with him), or to notice (and judge) how inebriated some other people were. Drove home in cold rain past Detroit highway accidents, wish I were local to my Zen sangha and teachers. These posts make me feel connected to the wider sangha again. Bows.
I. Loved. This. 🙏🏼💙 And. I. Love. You. And. Your. Buzzed. Head. 😉