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Lions Roar : May 2012
SHAMBHALA SUN MAY 2012 51 Impermanence Is Buddha Nature are fairly large people and the space is small, so for a moment we are stuck together in the doorway. Finally we press through, she to her side (formerly mine), I to mine (formerly hers). It’s not that surprising to me that I would dream about my mother-in-law. Her situation is often on my mind. My mother- in-law is nearing ninety. She has many health problems. She is usually in pain, can’t walk or sleep at night, and is losing the use of her hands to neuropathy. She lives with her husband of more than sixty years, who has advanced Alzheimer’s disease, can’t speak a coherent sentence, and doesn’t know who or where he is. Despite all this, my mother-in-law affirms life 100 percent, as she always has. She never entertains the idea of death, as far as I know. All she wants and hopes for is a good and pleasant life. Since she doesn’t have this right now (though she hasn’t given up hope for it), she is fairly miserable, as anyone in her situation would be. I, on the other hand, am fairly healthy, with no expectation of dying anytime soon. Yet from childhood I have been thinking about death, and the fact of death has probably been the main motivator in my life. (Why else would I have devoted myself full time to Buddhist practice from an early age?) Consequently, almost all my talking and writing, and much of my thinking, is We stopped at Blowing Rock but it wasn’t our destination. We never got to go where we were headed, and Daddy never traveled that way again. —Larry It is enlightenment itself, manifesting moment by moment in time. EMBRACE Change I wish we could say goodbye to Grandad just one more time. — Marsie and Josie “DEAR PHOTOGRAPH” is a Web project (dearphoto- graph.com) by Taylor Jones that collects images in which old pictures are held up and aligned with the place the original picture was taken. Left: I’ll always remember my first fish. — Brian Change isn’t just a fact of life we have to accept and work with, says NORMAN FISCHER.