![]() I recently had the privilege of attending a 5-day silent meditation retreat. This was both a wonderful and challenging experience. I have done this before, so I generally knew what to expect. The teachers were two engaging female Buddhist dharma teachers who guide retreats in the Vipassana (insight meditation) tradition. They were warm, welcoming and funny. They definitely made daily silent meditation practice from 6:15 AM to 9:30 PM as easy as possible. And the weather mostly cooperated, which definitely helped when engaging in walking meditation outdoors. I had many interesting thoughts and a few small revelations during this time. The most lovely, however, did not occur during meditation. On the last morning of the retreat, all thirty of us and our two teachers gathered in a big circle to say goodbye and comment on what we had gained from our time in silence together. One woman, whom I had met on the first day prior to the start of silence, piped up. This young woman sat in front of me all five days. I had become accustomed to seeing her back with perfectly erect posture, sitting motionless and serene. She also roomed in the same building where I was staying, in the room next to mine. The retreat had been especially meaningful to her. She came to the retreat not knowing what to expect. Although she is a very experienced meditator, she practices in the Zen tradition and belongs to a Zen temple. She had come to this retreat because Zen retreats are much more arduous with minimal sleep and austere conditions. She had recently been hit by a car and could not physically tolerate this type of practice at present. She began to eloquently tell her story. She had been practicing Zen Buddhism for ten years and felt very welcome at this retreat. During the last day of the retreat it had begun to drizzle. We all left the meditation hall at 9:30 that last night and walked out into a wet and very dark night. The lights on the paths to our rooms were strangely unlit. She walked quickly toward our little house, but it was difficult to see and slippery. She and several others were picking their way carefully up the stone stairs, concerned with being unable to see well and possibly slipping. Then, she noted, light appeared from behind her. Someone walking behind her was carrying a flashlight and had raised it to light their way. She was grateful for this small kindness. More than that, though, it held a greater meaning for her. Her dharma name, she went on to explain, is “Kishin,” which means light bearer. She noted that the Buddha was known as the light bearer, so the name is particularly special to her. Now, however, she felt like she had new insight into just how important this name really is and what it signifies. All because of a raised flashlight on a dark rainy night. I was the one walking behind her with the flashlight. I simply had noticed the group in front of me didn’t have any light and had slowed down to carefully make there way up the steps. It was a small simple kindness that I would hope anyone would do for me. I had no idea at the time how significant this was for my retreat-mate. I am so grateful she spoke and told her story. It clearly shows how interconnected we all are and how even our smallest actions can have meaning and consequence. So there is my true epiphany for the week. Everything we do, every choice we make, every interaction we have matters. You may not know it at the time or maybe ever, but it does matter.
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Julie hinkley
4/25/2014 03:03:23 pm
This is such a lovely story. It really reinforces for me the thought that we should be kind to everyone we meet. Life can be such a struggle and when it is even the smallest thing can matter so much.
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