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Keeping the Two Promises
By Yvonne Mazurek This summer, the Plum Village children’s program staff dedicated one afternoon each week to the Two Promises. Our sharings helped everyone think about why it was important that the children took the Two Promises in a ceremony at the end of the week. We sang songs about…
Letter from the Editor
Letter from the managing editor of the Mindfulness Bell
One Drop of Color
Many times I have testified of my suffering and written at length on race...
Turning Durians into True Love
By Sister Hai An (Sister Ocean) I recently had the opportunity to move to Blue Cliff Monastery in New York from Plum Village. The transition was filled with joy in getting to know a new community and being back in North America. It was also filled with sorrow over the…
News from Vietnam
Compiled by Sister True Emptiness, Sister True Wonder Adornment, Steve Denney, Therese Fitzgerald, and Carole Melkonian Over the last five years, the Vietnamese government has embarked on a policy of doi moi—reforms creating a more open society, particularly economic reforms, but in other areas of life as well. During 1992, it became increasingly common to…
Sailing at the Earth’s Tempo
photo by Heather Lyn Mann Ship’s Log: October 15, 2008, 14:10—Atlantic Ocean just outside Port Everglades, Florida “That’s it! When in doubt, let it out,” coaches Peter, the nautical salesman who helped us secure two crisp, new sails for our vessel. Husband Dave and I spent the past year, when…
The Computer Bridge
By Judith Bossert Step by step, Sometimes reluctantly, I walk over the bridge Between nothing and nothing at all. Among the many teachers I have had in my life, one of them has been the computer. Typing on the computer is like walking meditation, breathing with the steps of my fingers on the…
Ancient Tree, Fragrant Flower
By Sister Thoai Nghiem photo by Jitka Slomova They’re always beautiful, the good old days. Each time someone asks me about the old days, I am perplexed, saying “umm” and “ahh,” but once I start, I often run out of time. Our memories, when we touch them, vibrate as a…
The German Maitreya Fonds
Helping Our Sisters and Brothers in Vietnam By Eva K. Neumaier photos courtesy of Maitreya Fonds For a period that seemed longer than it really was, we were squeezed together in a small bus, rocking along over a pothole-strewn gravel road on the way to a village near the Vietnamese…