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Lions Roar : May 2008
SHAMBHALA SUN MAY 2008 15 Letters to the Editor THE ART OF LOSING I have been a subscriber to the Shambhala Sun for a few years now and have al- ways enjoyed the timely and insightful articles. But the March, 2008, issue, particu- larly Ruth L. Ozeki’s “The Art of Losing: On Writing, Dy- ing, and Mom,” struck espe- cially close to home for me. My father passed away eleven years ago, and with that, my mother started her long slide into Alzheimer’s disease. Then she passed away on June 28, 2007, in an extended-care facility, surrounded by the caring staff of the facil- ity, with me holding her in my arms. My Buddhist practice was put to the test that day and it was helpful to me in the weeks that followed. As Mom was born in Hawaii, we had a backyard luau for her send-off and it was definitely an occasion that was more happy than sad. Mom, after all, was finally free from the disease that had held her for so long. Our family decided to bury some of Mom’s ashes in British Columbia, where she had lived for more than forty years, and take the rest of them to her homeland. Just days before we were scheduled to leave for Hawaii, I received my copy of the Shambhala Sun. Then on our departure day a friend called to say that I should take the magazine with me and read the article by Ruth L. Ozeki because, he said, it was ex- actly what my journey was about. With the warm Hawaiian sun shining on us, we set Mom’s ashes free from an outcropping of rock that in her youth she had often jumped into the ocean from. The flowers that we threw along with the ashes even- tually washed up along the nearby beach, leaving a beautiful pattern on the sand. We left Hawaii a few days later, and I was read- ing Ozeki’s article as the plane was taking off. When I read that her mother’s request was to go to Hawaii and throw her grandmother’s remains in the ocean, I felt the rug pulled out from under me. I was shocked by the similarities of Ozeki’s journey and mine. Then I cried—for Ozeki and her mother and grandmother, for my mother and myself. I know that Ozeki will find the courage to fulfill her mother’s wishes as I did mine. They say the teachings only come to you when you are ready. Thank you so very much for the valuable and life-changing lessons in this issue. Elizabeth Cline Kamloops, British Columbia MEDITATING ON ADVERTISING I look forward to receiving each issue of the Shambhala Sun with great anticipation. I like the articles; I like the artwork. I am, however, troubled by the ads. Stick with me here—this is not the criticism of material- ism you might expect. I am a person of modest means. I live on Social Security Disability Insurance, I have few possessions, and I have to share a small two-bedroom apartment with a student to make ends meet. I will never be able to afford what is advertised in the magazine. But since I can’t, I have made the conscious decision to use the ads to strengthen my practice. I read them all and I want it all. I pore over each ad, letting myself experience wanting in the worst way. I want to go to Ann Arbor with the Dalai Lama and to Vietnam with Thich Nhat Hanh. I want to attend a weeklong retreat at Spirit Rock, visit India for three weeks, and have that nifty T-shirt and a namasté ring to go with it. Then I settle down on my cushion. I let all the envy, jealousy, and grief consume me. I let it rip. I even throw in my frustration with having been in a wheelchair for the past ten years. And, like the Pu’u ’O’o vent that has been erupting since 1984, I let the hot lava spill over and flow to the sea. I step back and watch it all. I breathe in. I breathe out. And bit by bit I let go of all the wanting, the envy, and the unfairness. Bit by MAY 1-17.indd 15 MAY 1-17.indd 15 3/6/08 11:10:55 AM 3/6/08 11:10:55 AM