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Lions Roar : January 2016
food joint and sent me a picture. They sat huddled together on one side of a pleather booth, the table piled high with waffles covered in towers of whip cream. Their palms were joined, their smiles were wide, and one of them was winking. I am reminded of these faraway friends as I try unsuccessfully to sleep in my little room above the kitchen in Plum Village. We have temporarily switched places; Thich Nhat Hanh is in my home- town and I in his. The dusk has long gone and darkness has settled in. Restless, I throw on a sweater and tiptoe down the stairs to go for a walk in the garden. I’m struck by how utterly the same the Plum Village feels, with or without Thich Nhat Hanh’s presence. The air is warm and wet and far from quiet. While the donkey seems to have gone to sleep, crickets and frogs are engaged in energetic nighttime conversation. Look- ing up, I see, almost hidden by the silhouette of the centuries-old castle on a nearby hilltop, the moon and three neighboring stars. ♦ Eating lunch while the adults practice mindful eating in silence. Children are an important part of life at Plum Village. A Parallax Press board meeting during the summer retreat: “I captioned this photo #joyfulwork when I sent it to friends,” says Rachel Neumann (second from right). Sister Chan Khong waves to us (left).