Sister Đoan Nghiêm teaches about koans and the Plum Village lineage; Thầy’s disciples are the ninth generation of the Liễu Quán Dharma line.
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A Life of Faith
An Interview with Sister Giac Nghiem, A Nun in Plum Village By Sister Steadiness You have said that you have two roots, Buddhism and Christianity. How do you integrate these in your life of practice as a Buddhist nun? Sr. Giac Nghiem: I met the Buddha twenty-seven years ago. I was in…
Sole Food
Walking with Thay By Susan Poulos Thay’s shoes. Photo by Susan Poulos Two birds sit high atop a happy pine tree, enjoying the Mississippi sunshine and life. One says, “Dear sister, do you know what just happened?” “My dear sister. Yes, and no,” the other responds. Two sisters stand at…
Watering Fearlessness
A Mantra (or Two) By David C. Gritz Sometimes life presents us with very intense training opportunities for our practice. Probably you are familiar with those “opportunities” for learning. We didn’t ask for the experience and we wouldn’t choose it, if we were given a choice. But regardless of how…
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.
Climate Crisis in Paradise
A reflection from filmmaker Wouter Verhoeven on his documentary
Thầy Smiled Happily
I remember a moment one day during the 2002 tour when we were all on the return bus after a day of activities. Brother Pháp Niệm and I were Thầy’s attendants, so he sat beside Thầy and I sat behind them. Brother Pháp Hải, who is fluent in Mandarin, was behind me, and he always had many funny stories to tell the rest of us—stories about the temples and about the world outside. That afternoon, Brother Pháp Hải invited us to go and watch the opera Journey to the West at the Beijing Opera House.
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…
Sangha as Refuge
The Dharma of Caring for Alison K. By Lauren Thompson I never knew Alison K. when she was well. By the time both she and I were regularly attending the Rock Blossom Sangha, in Brooklyn, New York, she was a few months into a diagnosis of inoperable brain cancer. Her…
Where Is the Observer?
By Svein Myreng When I was a student, almost thirty years ago, I went through a time of despair. Meeting scientifid and existentialist thinking wiped out the religious belief I once had. I found myself in a meaningless universe of dead matter, where consciousness and life seemed to be just…