It’s interesting how the word gets around. This morning I had an email from a Taiwanese Buddhist nun studying in England, with whom I’ve had periodic contact with over the years. She was kindly letting me know about the annual conference of the Network of Buddhist Organizations which will be held in June at Taplow Court, Taplow, Nr Maidenhead, Berkshire.
As they contemplated in this manner, the old monks began to treat each other with extraordinary respect on the off chance that one among them might be the Messiah. And on the off off chance that each monk himself might be the Messiah, they began to treat themselves with extraordinary respect.
And respect extends to all that we encounter making our land the land of the Buddhas and Ancestors. A bow to Angie for this story from the Jewish tradition.
A reader is relocating from Florida and needs to place her two cats before the end of the month. This is heart breaking for a devoted cat lover. She may need to drive West with them on the back seat…unless they find new homes.
Today I definitely got both cats up on the shelter website — if you want something done it’s necessary to do it oneself sometimes. There must have been a miscommunication last week, as I thought they were set to put Mitra up then. Anyway, now they’re both up here, under adoption.
Looking at the cat adoption site it’s clear oceans of merit is needed for them to find homes. Offering merit is just about all I can offer at this point.
Getting out is a welcomed break from work on Jade Mountains. At the moment I’m adding categories to all of my postings, as well as poking around the OBC web sites for teaching material link to. I found hidden treasure!
Found on the Lions Gate Buddhist Priory website an extract from a letter Rev. Master Jiyu-Kennett sent in 1979 in answer to one from a lay trainee.
I cannot explain how to keep the mind bright except to say that it is an internal looking up, a raising of one’s aspirations in the midst of it all. Faith is essential here.
And here’s another treasure in the form of a Journal article published on the OBC web site.
The River is the Ocean; The how is as important as the why.
It is when we are spiritually on hands and knees that we learn the deepest meaning of bowing, of true gratitude and of asking for help. When the call of the Eternal is heard clearly, we must not stifle the uprising within in our heart, and “quickly, quietly and obediently say ‘yes’.”
With a break in the clouds I ventured forth for a walk after my very very vegi lunch. As luck would have it the sun came out and Culver Cliff turned a glowing chalky white. I can see the cliff way off in the distance from the front door of where I’m staying. I’ve grown fond of the view.
Lunch, I’m really packing in the vegi.
Culver Cliff at the extreme Eastern end of the Island, from Shanklin beach.
Looking southwest over a breakwater, taken from Shanklin beach.
