My Offering Bowl

IMG_3975“The history and legend of Shambhala is based upon a great community that was able to reach a higher level of consciousness. This community could occur because its individual members participated fully in creating a culture of kindness, generosity, and courage.” ~Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche

I am so grateful for the Shambhala community and the teachings, and the opportunity attend ESA in an effort to further deepen my own practice of kindness, generosity and courage.

In the Buddhist tradition it is customary to request alms or offerings. For most of us, Buddhist or not, that’s not always easy, but doing so is a beautiful way for both donor and recipient to engage in the practice of generosity. Having participated from both sides of the alms bowl, I’m not sure which opens my heart more.

I humbly present my Offering Bowl Petition to assist me with attending Enlightened Society Assembly at Karme Choling in August.

https://www.theofferingbowl.com/petitions/416

Any amount is so very helpful and good thoughts are also very much appreciated!

Seeing and Hearing With the Heart

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It’s Saturday, June 10, 7:45 am and I am walking along Bloor Street towards the Shambhala Centre. Someone is walking purposefully towards me. Oh please let them walk past me. I’m in a hurry. I have a talk to give today and I need to practice.

“Can you help me? I’m so hungry. I came here for a better life. No one will help me.”

Their face was only inches from mine, close enough that I could feel their breath, and the heat from their body, or maybe it was my own.

“Please can you help me? I’m so hungry” they said again, tremulously.

The pain in their voice pierced the layers of my self-absorption and I felt them drop away, leaving my own tender heart exposed to the already muggy morning air.

“I’m sorry you’re having such a hard time. Where are you from?” I said, as I reached into my bag and pulled out some coins.

“Israel. I came here for a better life. I’m hungry. Can you help me?”

My eyes filled with tears as I took their outstretched hand in both of mine and pressed the coins into it.

“Thank you, dear,” they said. “Thank you for seeing me. I love you.”

“I love you, too, I responded gently. “Be well.”

Thank you for seeing me. The words reverberated against my eardrums as I made my way upstairs and let myself into the still empty Shambhala Centre.

As I set about preparing tea and coffee for the morning, my thoughts drifted to Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche‘s 2017 Shambhala Day Address which began with the words “Can you see me?” and continued with, among other things, “Can you hear me?”

The evening of the Shambhala Day Address I asked my own teacher, Shastri Nick Kranz, if all Shambhalians were feeling as uplifted and inspired as I was, adding that, “I wish I knew where to start. We should have a conversation about this. And not just us. We should include other people.”

We have begun that conversation, which we have called “Manifesting Great Eastern Kindness,” and will continue it throughout this year. After our first gathering in April where Nick helped several of us to unpack some of the themes raised in the Sakyong’s Address, I found myself coming back to those words “Can you see me? Can you hear me?” They felt like some kind of call to action to me and I said as much to the group.

My thoughts came back to the Shambhala Centre where I was gathered for the weekend with nine other fearless and gentle warriors who were participating in Course Leader Training. The Japanese kanji for listening that Shastri Jil Amadio had shared with us the day before as we discussed deep listening took on new meaning this morning.

According to the kanji, listening involves not only the ears but the eyes, the undivided attention and the heart. Joyful tears flowed freely as I began to fill the water bowls on the Primordial Rigden shrine, an offering in themselves, as I made a silent vow to continue to see and hear with my heart, allowing it to be touched deeply, in nowness.

(Originally published: https://toronto.shambhala.org/2017/06/16/seeing-hearing-heart/)

 

 

Just Being

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Opening to each moment as though it were a loved one

Tenderly

Willing to be touched and moved and changed by the experience

Just being

Without an agenda

Doing what needs to be done as that need is revealed

Not needing anything or anyone to be this way or that

Trusting that it already is and will continue to be just as it should.

Gratitude

IMG_2797Things I am grateful for this morning:

My practice and the people who sit with me in the Virtual Meditation Hall every morning.

The opportunity to give back to my community and deepen my own practice by serving as Meditation Guide, Dorje Kasung, and, hopefully soon, as Course Leader.

The patience, kindness, generosity, and wisdom of my meditation teacher, Nick Kranz.

My dog Shadow who is snoring contentedly at my feet as I type this.

My sweetie who is snoring contentedly downstairs on the couch where he fell asleep last night and the many opportunities to deepen my practice of compassion, patience, loving kindness, generosity, and wisdom as we each walk our paths, together as a couple, and individually as learning, growing, perfectly imperfect human beings.

More work than I know what to do with right now and the abundance that it brings in the form of opportunities to attend programs like Enlightened Society Assembly and help others in a myriad of ways.

The dear Dharma friends with whom I share daily or near daily emails of inspiration and reflection.

Clear skies, cloudy skies, sunrises and sunsets.

Trees, like those pictured above. This is what I see when I turn the corner to walk out of our townhouse complex every morning. It feels like they are waving, waiting to greet me.

The smell and the feel of the crisp spring morning air carrying the songs of cardinals and chickadees.

Cousins who still call me and email me even though the introvert in me is horrible at maintaining contact and accepting invitations.

I could go on and on but the crisp spring morning air is beckoning.

Remembering Love

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Reminders everywhere

Of something that I once held so dear

Planned my life around

Poured my heart and soul into

The pain is almost unbearable

An aching, nauseating, clenching

I want to run, screaming, flailing against the hurt

And the loss

Instead I sit wrapped in a blue woolen shawl

Itself a reminder, but of the kindness and warmth and love

Of community

I hold it and am held by it, cherishing it, even as I grieve

And navigate the nothingness between no more and not yet

Broken open once again into the fullness of life

And a deeper knowing of love’s own longing to be remembered

As something that is always here and cannot be destroyed.

Magic

IMG_2103The silkiness of Shadow’s fur

And the gentle rhythm of his breath – and mine – as he curls up at my feet.

I soften into this day.

 

I would love to hear what magic is happening within you and around you in this moment?!

May we open to it and share it, the world needs it!