By Shantum Seth Thirty-five pilgrims from ten different countries started our month-long pilgrimage on November 3, 1988. We travelled by bus for over 750 miles through the area where Shakyamuni Buddha lived, which is now Bihar, southern Nepal, and eastern Uttar Pradesh. Each day we would wake before sunrise and…
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Mindful Meal
By Logan Scott Mitchell illustration by Brother Phap Ban It’s the day before Father’s Day as I write this story about a mindful meal for the Mindfulness Bell. Tomorrow will be my third Father’s Day without my dad, who passed away two years ago after losing his battle with alcoholism.…
Walking the Talk
Peaceful Relations at the Parliament of the World’s Religions By Clare Sartori At the 1993 Parliament of the World’s Religions (PWR) in Chicago, I first heard Thich Nhat Hanh ask, “What is our capacity to enjoy peace?” Seventeen years later, I continue to ask the question of myself, my clients,…
Wake Up – Bhutan and India Tour Report
By Miranda van Schadewijk New friends in Thimpu, Bhutan, after youth workshop hosted by Gross National Happiness Centre; photo by Robert Walsh Stop, breathe, smile. That’s what we learn in Plum Village and on retreats all over the world led by monastic students of Thich Nhat Hanh. This simple yet…
Making Space
To Hear Others on Their Own Terms By Yenkuei Chuang “Mom, you never listen. This is what ruins my whole seventh grade year!” My twelve-year-old daughter was upset because I hadn’t picked up the library books she had requested, and therefore she was unable to complete her homework. After she…
New Seth Family Member
By Shantum Seth We are happy to inform you of the birth of our daughter, Anamika Maitri, at dawn on the seventeenth of September, in New Delhi. She arrived exactly three and a half years after her sister Nandini was born. Anamika Maitri means “one who cannot be defined by…
Airplane Dharma: No Birth , No Death
By Christian Bergmann We flew one night with the Sangha from Hue to Hanoi. Half the airplane was filled with monastics and lay Sangha. Over an hour into the flight we were told that bad weather conditions were preventing us from landing in Hanoi. Now we were heading for Haiphong,…
Honoring My Brother
By Sister Tenzin Namdrol It was acute generational family dysfunction that led my brother to alcoholism, marginality, schizoid spells, total paralysis and eventually the loss to gangrene of one leg and then of the other. We were born less than one year apart and separated at birth by sex, parents'…
Joleah’s Gift
I received this drawing from my eight-year-old granddaughter, Joleah McComb, who lives in Charleston, South Carolina. Joleah attends days of mindfulness when we lead them in that city. She has recently been diagnosed with neural damage from toxic molds, and has been sick a lot over the past two years.…
Poem: Discourse on True Contentment
I heard these words of Thay one time when he was living in the vicinity of Escondido at the Deer Park Monastery in the Oak Grove. Late at night, a group of coyotes appeared, whose passionate howls made the whole Oak Grove tremble joyfully. After paying respects to Thay with…