By the second morning of our five-day Buddhist writing retreat with Ruth Ozeki, “yesterday” felt like last month—nay, last year. (In the best possible way.) Throughout the five days/months/years of To Study the Self: Zen and the Art of Creative Writing, we kept circling back to a passage from Eihei Dōgen’s thirteenth-century essay Genjōkōan:
To study the buddha way is to study the self. To study the self is to forget the self. To forget the self is to be actualized by myriad things.
When actualized by myriad things, your body and mind as well as the bodies and minds of others drop away. No trace of realization remains, and this no-trace continues endlessly.
Videochatting with my parents last Saturday, they noted: It’s been a week of 事故 shìgù.
In Mandarin, the word for story/tale/narrative is 故事 gùshì. Flip the characters and you get 事故 shìgù: mishap. Last Monday, I went to the ER to repair a mandorla-shaped gash on my chin after a freak accident in—of all places—the yoga studio.
I almost didn’t go to the concert. Even though Jacob Collier has been called a modern-day Mozart. Even though he would be playing with virtuosic mandolinist Chris Thile. Even though they’d be performing with our local symphony under the direction of Suzie Collier, Jacob’s mother. Still, I waffled.
Earlier this year, beloved Roots & Refuge sangha member Judy Nakatomi wrote a letter that weaves Thích Nhất Hạnh’s book In Love and Trust: Letters from a Zen Master with Jacob Collier’s song “Little Blue” in a message for all of us “dear memory keepers, storytellers, poets and dreamers.”
Biking to yoga in the early mornings after last Monday’s full moon (happy Mid-Autumn Festival! 🥮), I’ve been gazing up at the clear dark sky to see a waning lunar reminder to write to all of you.
To continue a thread from September’s newsletter: After my talk on “The Karma of Friendship: A Buddhist Approach to Writing & Spiritual Care” at the University of Lynchburg, an international student from Afghanistan asked the final question. You’re the first Buddhist I’ve ever met, she said. What is Buddhism’s view on life? Are we here to enjoy? Or does each of us have an appointed mission?
Welcome to the first installment of Little Buddhist Days!
I’ve just returned home from giving a talk in Virginia, and still feel candescent with gratitude for the warm hospitality and open-hearted candor of the students and faculty and staff and community members I met over the course of my two days at the University of Lynchburg.
