During the past couple weeks since Thich Nhat Hanh's passing I have heard so many loving stories and tributes to Thay, I have enjoyed chanting with the monastics, listening attentively to Thay's poems, and following closely to the beautiful ceremonies leading to Thay's funeral. I have smiled, laughed, and cried, feeling sad, happy, and nourished and not wanting any of it or Thay to come to an end. And in my heart of hearts and in my practice I know that it all will continue - just like Thay. He is in our breathing, walking, sitting and smiling, and when I can solidly come back to my practice and come home to the here and now, I can find peace.
At times I think my practice is not strong enough, and I feel lost and not really sure where I am, and this peace slips away. I come to sangha feeling nourished, I sit and chant and meditate in the morning feeling supported, and yet I can slip back in to my day and get easily distracted and worried about what I have to do and what I should have done, and then sometimes feeling lost by not doing anything. And then I wonder where I am…




















