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Lions Roar : March 2007
SHAMBHALA SUN MARCH 2007 83 crack of ponderosas exploding in the ex- treme heat. All summer that dismal cloud hung over Taos. Hands, faces, tables, chairs were gritty from ash. It was also the second year of a severe drought. I put out pans of wa- ter for the jackrabbits that usually shot across the mesa, but now even they were drooping. Several times a day I applied Chapstick. I spoke to my partner long distance. The bombing of the Twin Towers wasn’t even a year old. Her company was merg- ing with an older company. It was hap- pening because the venture capitalists were skittish after the terrorist attack. September Eleventh felt like just the beginning of worlds being shattered. SO WHY, seven years later, leaning over the sink brushing my teeth in a winter month, do those strange streets in another state call me? Why do they feel so strong that I ache to be back? I can see the library down the block with the English ivy at the entranceway, the low, white concrete benches, the librarian who only allowed me fifteen minutes at the public comput- ers. I can feel the air conditioner blowing much too cold. I remember going out and stepping down from the curb to cross For- est Avenue, practicing the crow’s caw caw caw in a poem by Ikkyu. He’d gotten en- lightened at twenty-seven, meditating in a rowboat on Lake Biwa at midnight, at the moment the bird’s caw caw caw pierced his heart. I no longer believed in that enlightenment, where the whole world opened in a flash—for good, free forever. It seemed like a hope the sixties genera- tion dreamed up after we took LSD: how could we make this acid trip continue ad infinitum? But I still admired Ikkyu, the old drunk priest who loved sex and hung out with vagabonds under the bridge by the river in fifteenth-century Japan. Even Buddha seemed tiresome, I’m sorry to say. Now I’ll admit it—he never was my cup of tea. But all the teachings were pointing somewhere. In Palo Alto I was beginning to say goodbye. Layer by layer I was pulling off the old protections. Nowhere could I find Mingyur Rinpoche will be teaching across North America March to August 2007. For his full teaching schedule, visit www.mingyur.org. To learn about his summer retreat at Garrison Institute, visit www.garrisoninstitute.org. With a foreword by bestselling author Daniel Goleman, The Joy of Living reveals the scientific basis for how we can achieve enlightenment, relaxation, and happiness through meditation “The first of its kind... a truly compelling and infinitely practical fusion of Tibetan Buddhism and scientific ideas.” —SOGYAL RINPOCHE “An extraordinarily clear book on the whys and the hows of cultivating mindfulness effectively in our lives.” —JON KABAT-ZINN HARMONY BOOKS *** Available wherever books are sold March 6, 2007 In prose at once charming and richly informed, with many—often humorous—examples, internationally renowned Tibetan Buddhist master YONGEY MINGYUR RINPOCHE teaches us his cele- brated methods for changing the direction of our thoughts and perceptions to transform our experiences. ***