That’s it. That’s the story. A simple act that I would recall again and again as the answer to why Plum Village is my home tradition. It happened when I was with a small group of Plum Village practitioners, ranging from senior monastic Dharma teachers to lay people who only met their first Plum Village monastic this week. We had just finished offering a mindfulness music event – music, poems,…
This year, I’d like to come back and draw energy from an early aspiration that kept me on the Path. It wasn’t in order to get enlightened (although that would be lovely). It wasn’t in order to get some out-of-body experience or bliss. It wasn’t in order to get approval from others (though I’m sure that motivation was lurking around somewhere). No – I treasure mindfulness, because it allows me…
A story of less than 100 words once restored my dwindling faith and kept me on the Path. I have had about a year of meditation practice by then, and even went on a short retreat to deepen my practice. The events at that retreat, however, had left me extremely confused. While my heart was stilled by the quietness of the small temple and the peaceful countryside where we practiced,…