Here is a tribute by Fred to a friend and sangha member, who died recently.
“Reading Rev Master Daishin’s ‘Loneliness’ article put me in mind of my friend, Stuart Quine, who died of the Coronavirus on the 24th of March. He had a lifelong progressive underlying condition and when he caught the virus passed away within four days. I last visited him on the 1st of March and was struck by the unemotional way he spoke with quiet conviction about having no fear of death.
On a haiku weekend some years ago Stuart presented a potential first-line and invited others to make a verse of it. This came to me a couple of weeks ago…”
towards evening
a blackbird on a chimney pot
sings away the day
Here below is Kathleen’s creative work and current experiences of life in lockdown. Another ‘window’ shared via email, this time in North America.
Greetings from the sewing corner at my house in Veneta. I have been experimenting with sewing cloth masks that are both effective (meaning that disposable filters can be inserted) and comfortable to wear. It has proven to be no easy task but you know me… I love a challenge.
So far I have made 7 masks (averaging 2 per day). My sister wants 4, the Cheshire food for Lane County group needs at least 4 for our next distribution day, and I need one. Once I have these done I may be able to get back to my original plan to make masks for the homeless shelter/mission in Eugene.
My dog and I have been good about getting out for a walk around the reservoir every day — rain or shine, and it has been mostly raining up here lately. I think we both prefer going out in the rain when we usually have the entire place to ourselves. I often take a short break from walking and sit on the “merit bench” looking out over the reservoir and the mountains beyond.
My newspaper and NPR.org reading are being reinforced these days by all of the positive stories about how people are expressing compassion and wisdom to others despite their own circumstances. One I read this morning that brought tears to my eyes was about a group of volunteers who prepare meals to distribute to homebound seniors. That was good to know about but what made it truly magical was that a local nursery/florist — overloaded with flowers and flowering plants it had no way to sell — donated hundreds of them to the group. The group then was able to deliver the flowers to everyone who was receiving meals from them. Isn’t that lovely?
I continue to hope that there may be some positive lasting change that comes out of this pandemic. If there was ever irrefutable evidence that we are all in this together, this is it!
All is well.
Love,
Kathleen
Here a quote from a lengthy piece written by a seasoned refugee now living in the UK. This young chap writes so well and with gentle humour too.
You’re new to the refugee game, so let me give you some advice. You can’t plan for the future. You can’t guess how long it will be. So don’t. Plan for today. Shop for the week. Have goals for the month. Pause your long-term ambitions and work on small achievements you can control. You’ve lost control over the future, but COVID-19 has proved you never really had it. This is a great time to learn to enjoy what you can right now and do what you can with what you have today because that’s all that’s certain. Small moments of connection and laughter are the best things you’ll ever have.
I was recommended this article by Angie via email.
Here are her further reflections on the situation we find ourselves in.
The other comparison I’ve heard is we’re under house arrest. It’s quite a benign arrest but still, we are confined under certain restrictions. Solitary confinement is one of the toughest regimes to endure and sends some people mad. We do have the internet and ways to communicate but we can’t touch one another – unless we have immediate family living with us. So no direct human contact via touch. As human animals, we do need people!
And the weirdest part is that we are all going through this at the same time. With bereavement, for example, we feel it acutely but the world continues around us, and is there for us to step back into as & when we are ready or need to. So there is a “normality” to comfort us. With this everyone is going through their own versions of loss & dealing with it in their own ways. It feels fragile.
Here below is an email sent to me which, having asked permission I am publishing here along with this photograph of a bench, merit bench. What struck me and why I asked to include the email here is it covers all the issues most are facing; the highs and lows, the practicalities, emotions, family/children and the training/spiritual aspects. It’s everybody’s story although, perhaps not. I’ve in mind those who just can’t get out of their flat or home with nowhere they can go to and be safe, even if they could get out. In the end, everybody’s story is very individual. True in all times. Blackford Hill bench overlooking Edinburgh.
Dear Rev Mugo,
I hope you are keeping well at this (extraordinary) time. And that the monastic community are all well and, touch wood, virus-free. I imagine it is pretty easy to stay isolated there and to keep the rhythms of daily life going.
I’m fine for the most part. I had a few days ill with a suspicious fever/shivers a week or so back but it soon passed. I still have a job – working from home of course – so that makes me one of the lucky ones at this time. I even have a letter from my employer telling whom-it-may-concern that I am a “critical worker” although I don’t feel very critical at all as I don’t actually work on the front line of water supply – I work on planning future engineering projects not keeping the water flowing in the present.
My son is, as usual, completely fine. He spends one full week with me followed by a week at his mum’s. He’s just left me for his mum’s earlier today so the flat feels incredibly quiet now all that boy energy has dissipated! He’s spent a lot of the last week making videos to upload to YouTube – mostly about his favourite subject – football. Well, who’d have thought less than a couple of months ago that we’d all be in this situation?
Like, everyone, I guess I am finding the whole situation, by turns, strange, sad, peaceful, unsettling. On the upside, I’m noticing the spring a lot more – how wondrous it seems this year! Of course, it must be like this every year but I’m definitely noticing and appreciating it more this time around – more time to go on local walks, it’s quieter, the birdsong more obvious in the city. And no contrails across the sky – incredible. Road traffic is, I read, down to 1955 levels. I walked to a local park to play football with my son last week and the pair of us walked down the middle of the (main) road kicking the ball between us – something unimaginable a few weeks ago and it reminded me of when I was a kid. But part of me misses all the noise and the bustle of the city, the life and the previous normality. I certainly miss the presence of people, colleagues and friends especially.
So now on my own, I start what I am coming to think of as my fortnightly one-week retreat at home. I’ve noticed this drawing inward, this time to reflect seems to be bringing up a lot of emotions – some occasional anxiety and quite a few seemingly out-of-nowhere bouts of tears. Not necessarily in a sad way, more cathartic than sad. I’ve rediscovered the pleasure of reading, which is an essential antidote to watching endless coronavirus news, and a poignant line in a poem, novel or even a film can bring it on. Its at times like this that we appreciate what we have, the small things in life, but also become acutely aware of the impermanence of everything – our own life and the lives of those around us. I sometimes think to adjust to times like this are what all that retreat training at Throssel was for…although I know of course it goes much deeper than that.
Our prior is doing a sterling job getting the Priory online and on Zoom; that’s another surprise – I never thought we’d meditate together silently via an iPad! And thank you (again) for Jade Mountain which continues to be an amazing source of solace and wisdom, much needed in our troubled times. Which reminds me…a bit late I know, I was going to share my favourite merit bench – photo attached. Top of Blackford Hill, Edinburgh; the best place to see the city from.
