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Lions Roar : January 2017
An Ordinary Miracle KATE JOHNSON Although I am a Buddhist, I still participate in many of the ritu- als of Christmas—buying and decorating a tree, visiting family and friends, searching for meaningful gifts, donating money and time to folks who have less than I do, spending hours mak- ing dishes that are consumed in a matter of minutes. During the holiday season, I love taking night walks to look at the decorations illuminating windows and doors and lawns. These gifts of beauty are freely offered for passersby to enjoy. I love to cuddle with loved ones while watching the holiday mov- ies that we relentlessly make fun of but watch every year. As a dedicated dharma practitioner, my beliefs have changed, but my longing for unconditional love and a fresh start for humanity have not. I still see Christmas as a time to celebrate the shared wish for a better world. It seems like we all want peace and for everyone to be safe and fed. Yet we have all con- tributed to a system in which these things seem impossible, and that truth is breaking our hearts. At Christmastime, though, believers and others seem a little more willing to try to love each other, to welcome the stranger, to share what we have, and to slow down enough to appreciate our bless- ings. This is a kind of magic, an ordi- nary miracle that is absolutely worth celebrating. KATE JOHNSON can often be found at the intersection of meditation, art, and activism—teaching, writing, and occasion- ally dancing around. Houses Full of Light MARY ROSE O’REILLY In my childhood, the adults made music and cocktails until it was time for somebody’s crying jag. Later, we headed to mid- night Mass. My dad, a glorious tenor, always found his moment to stand on the front steps and sing “O Holy Night.” Later, as a single mother, I kept the season with Quaker restraint. The children would wake to banks of candles in blue glass and a few homemade gifts. Then we served dinner at the Catholic Worker. Grown up, my children confided, “That was not magical.” Last Christmas Eve, I chose the sesshin of an overnight train journey. If I nodded off, a toilet door would slam its call to mindfulness: May all beings be brought to enlightenment. At dawn, outside the train window, there was a snow-swept mountain gorge as if by the Japanese artist Hokusai. My children met me at the station and took me away to houses full of light. Gathas for Christmas • Advent: In this season of holy longing, with the help of all beings, may I rest in the equanimity of practice. • Solstice: As the days become shorter and darkness deepens, may I honor the rhythm of rest and gestation the earth teaches me. • Shopping: May I walk mindfully amid distraction, attraction, neediness, and panic, remembering that peace is every step. • Giving a gift: In this season of high expectations, may I lov- ingly offer what is truly needed. • Visiting and welcoming: In this season of hospitality, may I seek that of God in all encounters. • Lighting a candle: I honor the wisdom of my ancestors and teachers. With the help of all beings, I vow to open my heart to illumination. MARY ROSE O’REILLY is the author of The Love of Impermanent Things. Holiday Gifts LODRO RINZLER Though I grew up Buddhist, my parents never wanted me to feel left out during the holidays. So we used to get a giant Christmas tree and place a Buddhist symbol on the top of it. They taught me that while it’s often expressed in material ways, the Christmas season is one that’s marked by true generosity. We can be generous through offering gifts, sure, but we can also offer our time to a family member in need, our energy at a charitable organization, or our heart to those we love, those we don’t know at all, and even those we don’t like. Simply being willing to make eye contact with a stranger and smile goes a long way in celebrating the essence of the season. LODRO RINZLER’s new book is Love Hurts: Buddhist Advice for the Broken Hearted. LION’S ROAR | JANUARY 2017 68