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Lions Roar : January 2010
ShAMBhALA SUn JAnUAry 2010 15 Letters to the Editor FROZEN yOGa Alison Wearing’s article “Snow Salutations” (November 2009) is a poem, a unified work of art em- bracing the elemental realities of life and death. I moved from the dry, blis- tering sand brown desert of California to the gray/white frigid ice vault of ver- mont, but Alison has put me in touch with my ability to celebrate wherever I am... or to get stuck doing just the opposite. Alan J. massey Groton, vermont THE HUSBaND PROBlEM Alison Wearing’s “Snow Salutations” snapped me to my senses. I suddenly realized (again!) that my life is slipping by while I’m focused on finding a husband to make my life complete. I’m missing out on so much: feeling my body in its glorious health, connecting with the people around me, and soaking in oceans, sunshine, and the occasional snowstorm. Life, with all its naked, simple truths is being brushed aside, all because I want a husband. That is very sad, but it can change right now, in an instant. Kris rehm Cambridge, massachusetts THE SOUND OF ONE HaND NOT ClaPPING I hate to correct the famous huston Smith, but in “Philos- opher’s Disease” (November 2009) he makes a very com- mon error about the famous “Sound of one hand” koan. master hakuin’s ques- tion was, “What is the sound (or voice) of one hand?” The word “clapping” never appears in his original koan, but has been endlessly repeated, even by pro- fessors and Zen teachers, for many years. Unfor- tunately, the word “clapping” changes the nature of the question and leads to many errors in an- swering this koan. Al Fusho rapaport Sensei melbourne, Florida MISSION IMPOSSIBlE one hundred thousand thank-you’s to huston Smith for this line in “Philosopher’s Disease”: “I had my im- possible assignment: to think of how to think the way I do not think.” Stella Trainor Toronto, ontario HUSTON ON HIGH “Fifty Years on the razor’s edge,” Barry Boyce’s No- vember 2009 article about huston Smith, brought back fond memories of Smith’s visit to ojai, Cali- fornia, several years ago for a weekend spent dis- cussing his life and studies. Looking a little like Yoda, Smith kept us all enthralled, happy just to be alive and in his presence. During a break, I went up like some groupie to have him sign the book I had brought with me, cleansing the Doors of Perception, an account of his experiences with hallucinogens as spiri- tual catalysts. With a twinkle in his eye, he informed me that the book was to be pub- lished just before Christmas and that he’d suggested the title, Angels We Have Heard While High. obviously, the publishers demurred, but the incident reflects Smith’s good humor and warmth. he is a living buddha, if ever I met one. Tony Jack howard Lucas, Texas and death. I moved from the dry, blis- tering sand brown desert of California to the gray/white frigid ice vault of ver- fessors and Zen teachers, for many years. Unfor- tunately, the word “clapping” changes the nature of the question and leads to many errors in an- swering this koan. MISSION IMPOSSIBlE Buddhismculturemeditation l ifenoVemBer2009TheNaturalWarmthoftheHeartJaimalYogis•ThegooddeaTh•snowsaluTaTions•mindfulsocieTYshambhalasundianeackermanMed it a ti onson ti me&crea ti onby t heau t horo f TheNa t ura l H i s t oryo ft heSenseshustonsmithHowh i sfi ft yyearson t herazor ’ sedge t rans f ormedAmer i cansp i r it ua lit ychögyamTrungpaThecourage t obewhoyouare— it’ swhere t hesp i r it ua l pa t hbeg i nsJungchangTheau t horo f W il dSwansonBuddh i sm , bravery& t he l ove t ha t sus t a i nedher f am il y P e m a Chödrön We welcome your letters and comments. Please send them to