It is obvious from the response to Thich Nhat Hanh's tour of North America this past Spring that we aren't the only ones who care about breathing, smiling, and rebuilding society from the basement up. We've met so many "kindred spirits" wherever we've been—Texas, California, the Midwest, Washington, New York, Boston, Toronto, and Montreal. And we…
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Dear editors, Earleen Roumagoux and I are volunteering as the Wake Up Schools Coordinators here at our Plum Village office. We recently read your reply to Lennis Lyon’s letter [Summer 2015] and would like to let you know that the office team talked to Brother Phap Luu about your request. We agreed that the…
Rightful Inheritance
Be still, and behold the jewel so precious, so bright You are like that, because I am like this. Look, and see I am in you, you are in me. We were never born, we will never die. "Be still, and behold the jewel so precious, so bright." Throughout time we…
Going as a River
Reflections on Our Practice Following the announcement in November 2014 that Thich Nhat Hanh was in the hospital with a brain hemorrhage, the worldwide Sangha responded with a profound deepening of practice and an outpouring of love and energy sent to our beloved teacher. The Mindfulness Bell asked our friends to share their reflections, and…
Veterans of War and Peace
By Ted Sexauer How did we get into this? For the four-plus years that we of the Veteran Writers' Workshop have been meeting, our mentor, the noted writer Maxine Hong Kingston, has gently insisted that she has not only been instructing us in writing, and in listening, but also, ultimately, in how to lead such…
A Teacher Looking for His Disciple
I have been looking for you, my child, Since the time when rivers and mountains still lay in obscurity. I was looking for you when you were still in a deep sleep although the conch had many times echoed in the ten directions. Without leaving our ancient mountain, I looked at distant lands and recognized your footprints on so many different paths.
Making Friends Out of Bullies
Compassionate Cougars; photo by Sister Man Nghiem My co-facilitator Joanna and I sat down under an arching oak tree, watching the sunset glowing on the chaparral hillside at Deer Park Monastery. It was our last meeting before the Compassionate Cougars, our children’s group, would arrive for a family retreat. There…
Transforming Suffering into Peace & Joy
By Sheila Canal When Laurel and I realized we would need to leave Deer Park early and miss the Fourteen Mindfulness Trainings recitation ceremony, our first reaction was disappointment. We had gotten to know one another over the course of the five-day Order of Interbeing Retreat [January 2007], and we…
Being Together
In Israel and Palestine Excerpts from a journal By Sister Steadiness Walking Peace in Yanoun June 15, 2003 At the village of Yanoun (an Arab village in the Occupied Territories, West Bank) we met with the mayor and a council member under an olive tree. There had been several attacks…
Poem: Conch Shell
mb28-Conch I found a conch shell on the beach.The corridors of life are permanentlyetched into it.The endless spiral implies infinity.Or nothing.Layers of time converge in a point,and then fan out like aclan of pioneers seeking theirmanifest destiny.Here someone tried to get in.There someone tried to get out.The ocean's tough love…