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By Natalie Goldberg

The writer of Writing Down the Bones recounts her trip awakening from the profound sleep of a suburban youth, describing her fifteen years as a pupil of Zen Buddhism, her writing, and resistance to alter.

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Raspberry. From Gelpe’s. i'm hoping you are going to take pleasure in it. ” Then Tomoe and that i went around the corridor to the room the place I final observed him alive. We knelt down at a low desk and chatted. “If he doesn’t wish the cake, later i'll have a section. ” She paused after which stated, “Roshi as soon as requested me, ‘When you die, what do you need back as? ’ and that i acknowledged, ‘As a small white flower, such as you see in a box. ’ He shook his head. ‘That’s so romantic. i'll come again lifetime after lifetime as a monk. ” I smiled at that, at his dedication past this lifetime. the subsequent morning I left Minnesota and flew to California to coach a writing and meditation workshop with Yvonne at eco-friendly Gulch Zen heart, a Zen retreat in Marin County. Roshi had taught there repeatedly. I’d by no means been there prior to. the 1st evening i used to be there I had a dream: Roshi got here to me and we walked alongside the gulch to the sea. As we walked, we mentioned various humans i'd marry; it was once transparent i wanted to be married inside six months. approximately one girl I stated, he acknowledged, “Naa, she’s too hysterical”; one other guy, he acknowledged, was once too conservative. We stopped via a few burned grass and simply checked out it. Then he acknowledged, “But you recognize, that lady can also be lovely incredible. ” after we received to the seashore, there has been a storm from snow. Roshi stepped into the hurricane, circled, waved goodbye to me, after which dissolved. He stated as soon as in a lecture, “When I die, I die thoroughly. there'll be not anything left of me. It won’t subject what you name me. ” And he stated yet again, “Don’t cry while I die, move on. ” Marriage used to be one other dedication. Roshi used to be telling me within the dream to move on, to make one other dedication, to not linger. I knew it was once the single time he might stopover at my goals. He had given me my directions. I needed to movement on. half 5 I am here/now together with your center; I carry your fingers in here/now. Dainin Katagiri Roshi IN JUNE, 3 MONTHS after Roshi died, I went to Plum Village, close to Bordeaux, France, the place Thich Nhat Hanh, a Vietnamese Buddhist monk, lived and taught. I had noticeable a flyer placing up at Zen middle that fall for this retreat, and several other Zen scholars in Minnesota deliberate to move. i used to be the single one that eventually ended up going. I’d learn Thay’s books (Thay potential “teacher” in Vietnamese), yet what quite inspired me used to be a tape of him discussing the center Sutra. I listened to it one afternoon as I drove alongside the Rio Grande from Taos to Santa Fe. the guts Sutra was once that chant we did each day at Zen middle: “No eyes, no ears, no nostril, no tongue, no body... ” the mantra that had stumped me, engaged me, entangled me, made me curious, packed with ask yourself and laughter on account that my first days at Zen heart. Thich Nhat Hanh pointed out it so easily, so superbly. i wished to fulfill him. Plum Village was once within the winery nation. The zendo used to be a reconstructed three-hundred-year-old stone farmhouse. We slept at the flooring on foam mats, 3 or 4 to a room. nutrients have been cooked on burners in an open kitchen and we ate our food silently, underneath a linden tree.

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