J 'Bell - The Mindfulness Bell
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Present Moments in China<br />
by Jamie Burnett<br />
Iread the last issue of <strong>The</strong> <strong>Mindfulness</strong> <strong>Bell</strong> with surprise<br />
and great joy. I had justvisited many of the same places that<br />
Thay and others had traveledto in China. How small our planet<br />
isand how interrelated we all are! Ivisited China for the first<br />
time to attend the Fourth World Conference on Women, Non-<br />
Governmental Organizations (NGO), in Huairou. Attending<br />
the meetingwasan honor and a pleasure,allowing me to meet<br />
women from all over the world, learn about their lives, and<br />
share my life with them.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re were over 30,000 women at the NGO Conference,<br />
approximately 3,000 workshops, countless other presentations,<br />
and many opportunities to share experiences. Reports in<br />
the American pressbefore the conference hadme anticipating<br />
much physical discomfort there. While I did have some momentsof<br />
discomfort, Ialso experienced much joy. For me, all<br />
of the moments were present moments filled with wonder. My<br />
practice enabled me to be present for so many of these moments.<br />
Every day, every hour, "breathing in, breathing out"<br />
calmed me and brought me fully into the present moment,<br />
enabling me to experience all of my emotions.<br />
I would like to share two examples. My practice allowed me<br />
to be "with" a woman standing next to me aswe waited inthe<br />
rain for lunch for almostan hour. I was able to be in the moment<br />
with her—with the rain, the chill, and the discomfort—and<br />
open to learn about her life as a Palestinian woman, her<br />
struggles and her joys. I was also able to share my struggles and<br />
joys with her.<br />
My practice also allowed me to be present for long bus rides<br />
on not very comfortable buses. One morning, I took a busfrom<br />
Huairou to Beijing, and ended up in the backof the busseated<br />
behind a Vietnamese woman and an American woman. <strong>The</strong><br />
Vietnamese woman had not had an opportunity to rest since<br />
arriving at the conference, and the bus was very noisy and<br />
uncomfortable. Although Iwanted very much to talk withthe<br />
Vietnamese woman, between her fatigue and the noise level on<br />
the bus, it was clear that a conversation would not be possible.<br />
I found myself breathing in and out, steadying myself,<br />
being with the moment—with the clankingopen windows, the<br />
roar of the engine and the wind, the vibration through the thinly<br />
cushioned seat and even thinner floorboards, the thick dust<br />
mingling with the exhaust fumesin the air, the heavy damp heat<br />
of the morning, and the brightsun reflecting offthe white metal<br />
interior of the bus. I was also aware of my own fatigue, the<br />
smell of so many bodies close together on a very hot, sunny<br />
day, and odors of different foods the womenfromAfrica seated<br />
behind me were eating and offering to everyone on the bus.<br />
Breathing in, I calm my body.<br />
Breathing out, I smile.<br />
Dwelling in the present moment,<br />
I know this is a wonderful moment.<br />
How many millions of times that gatha has centered me and<br />
15<br />
brought me back to my true self in the last seven years!<br />
<strong>The</strong> Vietnamese woman seatedinfront of me begantofall<br />
asleep and her head slowly, gently drifted toward the American<br />
woman sitting next to her until her head rested on the<br />
shoulder of the American. I breathed and remembered a<br />
generation ago when this woman's country and mine were<br />
locked in bloody battle. I wondered if she, too, had lost a<br />
beloved brother in that war; if she, too, had a mother whose<br />
heart was broken and a niece who never had the chance to<br />
know her father.<br />
After afew minutes of sleep, the Vietnamese woman was<br />
awakened by ajolt from the bus. She looked startled and a little<br />
frightened as she realized she had laidher head on the American<br />
woman's shoulder. <strong>The</strong>n she laughed shyly and bowed<br />
veryslightly to her seat mate. In my heart, I bowed back to her.<br />
Jamie Burnett lives in Bethesda, Maryland.<br />
Embracingthe Fourth Precept<br />
by Eurydice Hirsey<br />
During the summer at Plum Village in 1994, my<br />
husband, Barry Roth, was ordainedas a Dharma teacher;<br />
I took the Fourteen Precepts of the Order of Interbeing; and<br />
our son, Matthew, took the Five Wonderful Precepts. After<br />
returning home, we all looked deeply into ourfamily life with<br />
mindful discernment, and rededicated ourselves to cultivating<br />
a more engaged lifestyle. Wefelt a heightened awareness<br />
of the great need for social justice and, last June, we participated<br />
in a human rights delegation to Guatemala with six<br />
other peace activists.<br />
Although Buddhism has not been widely cultivated in<br />
Central America, the spiritual practices of the indigenous<br />
Mayan culture are filled with a truth inherent in all spiritual<br />
traditions.We did not meet anyone who had not lost a family<br />
member either to disappearances, murder, or torture. While<br />
their pain was a constant companion, anger was not. Love, not<br />
anger, motivated them.<br />
Seeing, hearing, and touching the very heart of suffering in<br />
Guatemala brought tovivid life the deep need for <strong>The</strong> Fourth<br />
Precept. You cannot close your eyes to the truth in Guatemala—the<br />
dismal effects of profound poverty and a long<br />
history of murder and repression are everywhere. You are<br />
forced to witness in the banal, a legacy of centuries of brutal<br />
human rights abuses. Yet, in the midst of this ocean of samsara,<br />
we felt a reservoirof hope, kindness,and deep resolve among<br />
the Mayan people—a resolve to end the suffering nonviolently;<br />
a resolve to bring out the truth in order to transform it;<br />
a resolve to create anew. Inthe steamy jungles and denserain<br />
forests of Guatemala, the depth of mindful awareness shines<br />
a very steady light on compassion and determination.<br />
Eurydice Hirsey, True Precious Light, is a chiropractic physician<br />
in the Greater Boston area.