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Lions Roar : May 2013
I AM NOT A BUDDHI ST. Not by traditional standards. I’m more a Buddhist wannabe, a self-taught meditator who reads books by Buddhist thinkers and lets the ideas trickle through her Judeo-Christian consciousness in their own sweet time. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not exactly a Christian either, at least not a flavor most would recognize. What I am, if I’m anything at all, is a writer. The act of putting black on white, as Hemingway once described writing, has been for me a way to organize and make sense of the world. The truth, you see, could be found in the story. My early journalism training took it one step further: the truth was the story. Only in recent years has it occurred to me to ask which truth, which story. My own narrative comes into focus under the world’s largest gospel tent, an elephantine canvas that stretched the length of two football fields. We were the crazies who believed in miracles, for whom religious ecstasy meant rolling in the sawdust (hence the term holy roller) and jabbering in nonsensical words and phrases. We were quite literally a rolling freak show. Respectable folks walked blocks out of their way to avoid us. As a kid I was conflicted about my place among these peo- ple, my family. Arrogant and proud to be counted among them one minute, daydreaming of escape, of becoming someone else, the next. I left in my mid-teens, attended college, studied a little phi- losophy, and began to try to write. At eighteen I happened upon Alan Watts’ This Is It in a used bookstore. On page twenty-six I underlined a quote from Zen Master Gensha: If you understand, things are such as they are; If you do not understand, things are such as they are— It’s true that D ONNA JOHNSON was raised under one of the world’s biggest gospel tents. But the truth of a story moves like water, she says. It’s this, and this, and this too. We shape it, and it shapes us. There is always something more. Outside the Tent ILLUSTRATIONBYTARAHARDY SHAMBHALA SUN MAY 2013 75