The mind can go in a thousand directions, but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace.”
Thích Nhất Hạnh
Thích Nhất Hạnh
The invitation went out on Facebook: A Day of Mindfulness, led by Thích Nhất Hạnh, will take place at the Ocean of Peace Meditation Hall at Deer Park Monastery in Escondido, California. I wasn’t feeling well, and my to-do list was long. But these kinds of opportunities don’t present themselves every day, so I cleared my calendar, downed some Tylenol and hit the road.
An early-bird by nature, I didn’t mind that I had to leave the house long before sunrise. I breathed deep the welcome silence, inhaled the salty mist along the Pacific Ocean until the GPS told me to turn inland. Black Tesla in my headlights, a rusted VW bus at my back bumper…I found myself in the midst of a miles-long caravan that inched its way up the narrow, steep road to the monastery.
I felt at ease among this diverse group of travelers: roughly 1400 smiling individuals, dressed in everything from yoga pants to monks’ robes, frayed cargo shorts to haute couture dresses. We sat elbow-to-elbow on folding chairs, knee-to-knee on meditation cushions. Latecomers huddled in the doorways or settled into the spillover areas that circled the rounded stucco building. The excitement was palpable, and multilingual. Headsets were made available for those who needed interpreters.
A gong sounded, and a hush fell over the crowd. A middle-aged monastic swept into the meditation hall, brown robes swishing as he walked. Young Brother—a reformed Catholic priest, formerly known as Father—led us through a sequence of acappella songs. Simple choruses with a shared message: mindfulness in every moment, precious gifts in every breath.
(I don’t have an actual transcript, so this next part is based on detailed notes and my best recollections.)
“Now that we’re all here,” said Little Brother, “we will walk together, up the hill. No talking, no thinking. Just breathing. Notice the flowers, the blue skies, the birds in flight. Enjoy the silence. Consider each step a gentle kiss for Mother Earth–an expression of gratitude for her gifts. Share this joyful experience with the animals and plants, and with each other. In…out…deep…slow. Breathe in the joy that comes of mindfulness.”
We hiked a dusty path together, following his instructions (to varying degrees) for about 45 minutes. Hipsters loped up the hill together, scrolling through text messages and snapping selfies. A grizzled couple veered from the trail, high-powered binoculars locked on a red-tail hawk that soared through the canyon. A toddler tugged on his mommy’s sleeve, just ahead of me. “Look, a lizard!” he squealed, oblivious to the yogini-Rastafarian-monk-absentminded professor pileup-in-progress right behind him. Me, I stayed in the moment as best I could, but I confess: my shoulders were quaking with surpressed giggles. And yes, I did stop now and again, to take in the view and snap some photos.
Just beyond the chalk-white Buddha statue—where the ground leveled out and the morning sun was slanted just so—I finally caught my first glimpse of Thích Nhất Hạnh. He was sitting cross-legged in the dust, wizened face haloed by a simple bamboo hat. Was he looking inward, or into the distance? I couldn’t tell.
Thích Nhất Hạnh. Zen Buddhist monk, prolific writer, social activist, a Nobel Peace Prize nominee who was exiled from his native Vietnam for more than 40 years. Martin Luther King Jr. called him “an apostle of peace and nonviolence.” His students call him “Thây,” the Vietnamese word for teacher.
He sat motionless for several long minutes, flanked on all sides by monastics in identical brown robes. I stood off to the side and behind the assembled crowd…sort of, sometimes. I snapped a few photos, jotted notes into my journal. Random thoughts popped into my head: Wonder how long we’re going to stand here, baking in this heat? Sheesh, that winged insect sure is pesky! Oh hey, is that a security guard, hovering over Thích Nhất Hạnh? Sweat beads rolled down my cheeks and pooled at my collar–partly because of the blazing hot sun, but mostly due to a persistent fever. Fever, chills, fever, chills; jacket off, jacket on. Again and again, I had to call myself back to mindfulness, because yes, I’m human like that.
Slowly, methodically…Thích brought his palms together at the center of his chest, bowed to the singing bowl in front of him, and then raised it to the level of his heart. After a brief pause, he tapped the bowl with a mallet, thus inviting it to sing. And when the last notes echoed over the canyon, he clasped hands with two children, and led us back down the hill. Breathing in…breathing out…feet of clay in dusty brown clogs, mindful of every step.
We rearranged ourselves in the meditation hall, so as to better accommodate the influx of newcomers. Thích sat cross-legged on a cushion at the altar, with a bemused smile on his face. A devotee fell to his knees in the doorway, prayerful hands extended toward his teacher, forehead kissing the wooden floor. Friends stepped over his prostrate form, fingering mala beads and chanting.Thích took a slow sip of water, and thus began his Dharma talk:Breathing in, I calm my body. Breathing out, I smile. Breathing in, we invite our ancestors to enjoy breathing with us. We inhale together, oxygen and thoughts. Our ancestors dwell in every cell of our bodies, and they enjoy breathing in with us. Together, we enjoy the exhale. Our smiles show the world that we are free spirits within our bodies.”
“We are in the habit of running,” he said, “running away from the moments that are brought to us by our ancestors. We are afraid of going home to ourselves and to the suffering. But you don’t need to run anymore. You’ve been running all your life. Walk instead like the Buddha, enjoying every step. Every step brings us home to the here and now; every step is healing. No matter how short or long the distance, you nourish yourself with every step. Stop thinking. Breathe and enjoy. Walk like a free person. Release all expectations. Touch Mother Earth…let her nurture you. Let her teach you to walk in joy.
The conversation turned serious, if only for a moment. “Be mindful of your sensory consumption,” Thích warned. “Everything is so accessible these days, but the messages are oftentimes toxic. This leads us to a state of anxiousness, fear and despair. Even with so many electronic devices, communication is more difficult now than ever before.”From deep in the bowels of a woman’s purse, a ringtone sounded. Her cell phone vibrated again and again, until the woman finally stepped outside to take the call. Thích’s eyes crinkled, and the corners of his mouth lifted–a smiling acknowledgment of this teachable moment.
Thích‘s Dharma Talk lasted roughly 90 minutes—a quiet unfurling of loosely stitched thoughts. He spoke quietly, in measured tones. Although their Buddhism-inspired messages are very similar, I’d say his speaking style is more subdued than that of the Dalai Lama, whom I especially appreciated for his burbling exuberance. He wasn’t judgmental; nothing he said was prescriptive. Just a kindly man, offering seeds of wisdom. I couldn’t help notice, however, that a handful of people took it upon themselves to stare pointedly at anything that violated their own, unspoken rules: whispered conversations, for instance, and restless children. At some point, the prostrate man rolled onto his side, fast asleep, and started snoring. Breathing in the humor…erupting in laughter. I stifled those giggles again, dodged the dagger eyes they aimed at both of us.
During a lull in the conversation, I leaned toward the woman next to me and asked if she perhaps had a couple of Tylenol. “Can’t seem to shake this fever,” I joked, “even with all this meditative breathing.” Well now! You would’ve thought I’d asked a vegan for a Big Mac. “Maybe,” she snapped, “you aren’t trying hard enough.”
“Suffering is the first awareness, Thích continued, “the first Noble Truth. The noblest aspiration is to help people to suffer less. Some of us do not know how to handle pain, and so we have a tendency to run away from ourselves and seek forgetfulness. [But] when we return to ourselves and recognize our own suffering, we can more easily understand the suffering in others. When that happens, it is very easy to feel compassion, and to help people come home to themselves.”
Home. This seems to me a good place at which to end this post. No, I didn’t summarize all the ideas that Thích shared with us that morning. Even if I had the transcripts at my elbow, I don’t think I could give them their due justice. Too, there was more to the group dynamics than I was able to see through my own, limited lens. But these are the memories that carry me back to that Day of Mindfulness at Deer Park Monastery. Memories of my arrival, of my homecoming. Breathing in those moments as I write this; smiling even now.
Love this!
Great post! Definite food for thought within your words!
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Thanks, Shonell! I’m pretty sure the story would read differently, should someone else tell it from their point of view. That’s the joy of shared experiences, don’t you think?
I am so glad you made the effort to go, despite fever, and so glad you made the effort, despite LJ uncooperativeness with photos, to post this beautiful journey. No one could have told it in a better way to keep me right along. I’ll be back for a second reading to savor. Loved the wisdom and the smiles, how you can do a King james translation right on the spot. Humans are pretty great, even when we are being annoying. Was that one of the messages? xo
Absolutely! That was/is one of my favorite take-aways, Jeannine. Blogging’s pretty great, too, even when LiveJournal’s being pesky. Thanks for indulging all the formatting issues. See also: Super-long entry. xo
P.S. Back in my Sunday School days, I had the KJV down, chapter and verse. Not as much now, but I remember quite a lot. 🙂
“Tickled from the inside” – what a wonderful way of putting it
Thank you for pointing me here, Melodye – I’ve really felt blessed in my explorations of Buddhism and other spiritual ventures over the last year, and reading these notes of the Dalai Lama’s thoughts was another wonderful stepping stone on the path. I hope you don’t mind, I’ve passed the link to this entry along to a few friends that I thought would appreciate it.
Thank you for sharing–I love this post.
Thanks, Sheridan. I haven’t been in the LJ neighborhood for quite a while, so appreciate that you stopped by to say hello. xo
It’s so good to see you here, Melodye! Thanks for sharing your serene-sounding experience.
Happy belated birthday (Nov. 12)!
It was just what I needed, Barb, at exactly the right time. Life happens, and so it is that we are brought back to the breath–tugged on our shirtsleeves by the things that matter most.
I’m glad to see you, too! I’ve missed you, and have big plans for hanging around LJ a little more. (Thanks for stopping by to say hello and happy birthday!) xo
Thanks for sharing the day with us, and I hope you’re feeling better!
Hi Jenn! Glad to see you again, LJ Neighbor! I was sick for about a week…maybe it was the flu? But I’m feeling much better now, whew!
Hey Liz! Thanks for taking a tea break from your art studio! I’m glad to see you here.
Suffering’s one of the Noble Truths, as I understand things–a basic element of the human condition. I liked that he spent a great deal of time talking about ways to ease our own suffering (some of it self-inflicted), so that we might be of better service to others. Charity begins at home… 🙂
P.S. Take a peek at my reply to Christine. I think you might enjoy the part about his calligraphy projects…
He swirls a little bit of his tea into his calligraphy ink before working on his art projects every morning. “I am one with the clouds,” he said, “my calligraphy contains elements of clouds, too.” 🙂
Thank you for the glimpses into your morning 🙂
This was a long time coming, lol–thanks for your patience! I would’ve loved the opportunity to explore the monastery grounds with you, cameras in tow. To see what captured YOUR imagination, and to view this experience through YOUR lens.
I saw a Thich calendar at Barnes and Noble today. :>)
Being fully present in the now with Thich. A year of mindfulness, illustrated. I kinda-sorta like that idea, but truth be told I’m not all that keen on the commercialization of spiritual enterprises. Hmmm, how do you separate the dancer from the dance? That said, I do like his books. Probably no different, come to think of it…
I did buy a calligraphy piece from Thich. After his tea ritual every morning, he does calligraphy–first, as a form of meditation (and creative play), but also to help support Plum Village, the monastery in France, where he resides. Cool fact: In mindfulness of the co-relationship between work and play, he adds a drop of tea to his calligraphy ink before starting that day’s project. By any chance, did that calendar include some of his calligraphy?
It has a drawing and a quote for each month.
That does sound cool, adding a drop of tea to his ink.
Ahhh, breathing this in deeply, Melodye. I feel like I am there with you in the midst of the silence, the snoring, the suppressed giggling, and all the human noises. It’s so interesting when people try to tune those things out, and often get very irritated because they think it somehow diminishes their experience. And it’s so the opposite; all of that is the whole of it, nothing can be shut out. I know I’d be giggling with you about the snoring!
I love this so much: “Enjoy the silence. Consider each step a gentle kiss for Mother Earth–an expression of gratitude for her gifts.” So beautiful.
I am so thankful for your sharing this with us, for your willingness to make the journey and to be open despite feeling poorly physically, and to be your friend. Much love to you. xoxo
I’m so glad you joined me in this experience, Lorraine. It’s better in every way for the gift of your companionship. And giggles. 🙂
I agree wholeheartedly with your comment. Seems to me we lose sight of our own humanity when we point an accusing finger (or dagger eyes) at someone who’s not following our rules/ meeting our expectations. Such a soul suck, isn’t it? For sure, it steals the joy that’s available to us in a given moment. More’s the pity, that it also (sometimes) snatches it away from others. It used to crush me, truth be told, but over time (given grace & sometimes wisdom), I’m learning how to breathe my way through it. Sometimes I even laugh. 🙂
Someday — hopefully soon — we’ll walk together in silent meditation, kissing Mother Earth and (yes, oh yes) breaking into fits of giggles. xoxo Melodye
First let me just say that I hope your fever recedes soon or already has, by the time you get this message. And your dedication in going, in spite of being ill, is very touching and inspiring.
And what a great portrait of what it means to be human your tale is! That at a talk by a Buddhist teacher, someone in the audience hasn’t mastered simple compassion yet! Never mind the irony of the person with the ringing cell phone, I’m flabbergasted by the unkindness of that woman who judged you–in fever and pain–because you asked for medicine! Wow! It brings my own judgmental-ness to the fore, let me tell you. But that’s what it is to be human–that’s the mix of humanity: some throw themselves at the master’s feet… and then fall asleep. Some step over that person. Some throw dagger eyes at others. Some listen. Some get distracted.
I love-love-love what you’ve shared. I like the dharma talk, but equally much, I like the scene you describe.
“Every step brings us home to the here and now; every step is healing.”
So wise. What a beautiful, peaceful journey. (And lol-ing at the cell phone)