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Rude Awakenings - Forest Sangha Publications

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^0 G I F T S 06most ordinary letter from home to savour the comfort of the familiar;how much more the appearance and words of old friends from that distantlife another identity ago? They both looked crumpled and drawn;I must have appeared rough too—Nick had tightened his belt so far thathe had run out of notches and been punching new ones for the past fewweeks. My waist band had no holes in it. So I registered the changes inthe way Sister Thanissara looked at me. Our words groped toward certainties,information. They had heard something of our recent misfortune,which was the talk, in various embellished forms, of Bodh Gaya.But I seemed to be intact. They were coming to the end of a briefer butwider-ranging pilgrimage that had taken in the Tibetan community inthe North around McLeod Ganj and some of the Hindu ashrams inUttar Pradesh. India had visited them in customary fashion: with rawbeauty, human turmoil, and devotion, and bacterial aggression. Theyhad narrowly avoided involvement in riots in Varanasi and, strickenwith stomach bugs and slightly delirious, squeezed onto a bus to Kathmanduto get some medicine. Still not fully recovered, they had thenjourneyed on to Lumbini and Savatthi by bus and train and had justarrived in Bodh Gaya.Now they were lodging at the Maha Bodhi Society, where they hadmet up with some Sri Lankan pilgrims from England who were supportersof Amaravati and who were looking after them well. A meal wasbeing offered tomorrow, which we were invited to join. I played mytrump and invited them to take a hot shower in our lodgings in the afternoonwhile Nick and I went off for a walk. Later we could go to the MahaBodhi Temple for the evening meditation. They could get tidied up andthen we’d sit up all night together.It was a pleasure to have a puja chanting with someone who knewthe words and had a feeling for tone, pitch, and devotion; our voicesharmonised and rang against the walls of the shrine. After some meditationinside the temple, we went outside. No one else seemed to bearound in the temple grounds. The full moon shone down on this2 8 3

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