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Lions Roar : May 2013
PERH A P S YOU KNOW WH AT IT’S LIKE loving someone so much and with such astonishment at their complicated and frag- ile existence that you rashly promise them something you have no hope of delivering, such as a trip to the moon or a visit to the top of the Eiffel Tower at midnight. My eldest daughter, Luna, was three years old and fascinated by pictures of the Eiffel Tower when I made such a promise. “Someday,” I told her, “we’ll go there together.” “When?” she asked. I should have said, “When the right conditions manifest.” Instead I said, “When you are seven.” By then, I figured, she’d have forgotten all about it. She would be obsessed with horses or soccer or something else more accessible. I was wrong. Every birthday, she reminded me that she was one year closer to our big trip. Every time she saw the tower on a T-shirt, a bag, or a poster, she’d drag me over to stare. Then, unfairly and without warning, she turned seven. We were still in Oakland, our suitcases gathering dust in the basement. I had to explain that there was going to be a slight delay; we would make it to Paris, I assured her, but I couldn’t say exactly when. We would have to wait for the right conditions to manifest. Two and a half years later, they did. It was the thirtieth-anni- versary celebration of Plum Village, Thich Nhat Hanh’s Zen monastery in southern France, and I was invited to attend. We could stay in Paris for a couple of days, then take the train to Plum Village. My seventy-two-year-old mother, a student of Americans in Paris Though the climb was steep, the view was expansive. RACHEL N EUM ANN on being hot, hungry, thirsty, and tired, but still having a perfect day. PHOTOBYSERGEMELKI/FLICKR.COM SHAMBHALA SUN MAY 2013 29