When in the meditation hall men and women sit on different sides, we could call this “sitting separately,” but if you look deeply, you will see that there is no segregation. In other words, one group is not being excluded from the principal group. Clearly there is no discrimination. Both…
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An Open Letter from a Southern White Girl
Eeanie, Meanie, Meinie, MoCatch a N***** By His Toe.If He Hollers, Let Him Go.Eeanie, Meanie, Meinie, Mo Dear Brothers and Sisters of African American Ancestry, If you grew up in the southern United States in the 1940s and 50s, you might be aware that white children and adults commonly recited…
Murder as a Call to Love
By Judith Toy When I smoked cigarettes it was two packs, sometimes three, a day. My record for lit cigarettes simultaneously burning either in ashtrays or in my hand was four. Sometimes I chewed gum, too. Half cups of cold coffee were strewn about my office. I was skinny and…
Remember Remember Remember
When I close my eyes, I see hundreds of little eyes looking at me: round, dark, innocent eyes, eyes opened wide. They wrench my heart and force me to seek deeper understanding of my path. Therese came to visit our Understanding and Love Program in the highlands of South Vietnam.…
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Learning to Trust the Present Moment
Meeting Thich Nhat Hanh In November, 1990 I heard Thich Nhat Hanh address a conference in Washington, D.C. The next day, with 300 others, I sat with him at the Lincoln Memorial and listened to him read poems from the Vietnam War years and reflect on his efforts to share with Americans the suffering caused…
Embarking on the Joyful Journey of a Plant-Based Diet
Luise and Valentin, lay friends from Germany, offer stories of witnessing animal suffering that spurred them to practice with more self-compassion, joy, clarity, and non-judgment.
Keeping the Flame Alive
By Brandon Rennels Last winter in Plum Village, a friend told me my first name can be translated as “Fire-starter.” At the time I had just begun my role as a coordinator for the international Wake Up movement. I was working alongside Buddhist monks and nuns to support young adults…
The Anchor of Mindfulness
By Travis Masch Without knowing what to expect, I dove into the sea of 450 retreatants at "The Greatest Relief” retreat at Camp Swig in Saratoga, California. There were times during the first hours and well into the next morning when I felt skeptical about the possibility of experiencing a meaningful personal retreat with such…
Caring for Our Children by Caring for Ourselves
By John R. Snyder On the occasions when I slow down enough to actually think about it, it occurs to me that my job as a Montessori teacher is too hard for someone of my limited abilities—i.e., someone who is still dependent on food, sleep, and occasional recreation. The demands…