How are you?!

It’s been a while since I’ve sent out a newsletter. I’ve been enjoying practicing savoring life through presence in body, mind, and spirit as I’ve led 2 different retreats at a chateau in the Bordeaux region of France as well as a pre/post retreat in Paris. It’s been lovely!

Then, we were called to the States unexpectedly to attend the funeral of a dear family member—another great opportunity to practice savoring life but from a completely different perspective. So after the retreats we flew directly to the US.

This learning to savor life reminds me of part of one of my favorite poems from Mary Oliver, Bone, where she says:

“…and what the soul is, also

I believe I will never quite know.

Though I play at the edges of knowing,

truly I know

our part is not knowing,

but looking, and touching, and loving,

which is the way I walked on,

softly,

through the pale-pink morning light.”

May looking, touching, and loving be the way that we learn to understand the great mystery of life.

I love teaching yoga and meditation retreats for so many reasons but especially because of the rich lessons I personally learn in the process. As the facilitator and leader of the retreats, I sometimes feel like I stand to learn the most.

Today, I want to tell you a story about something truly incredible that happened on one of my retreats that has me celebrating the connection of it all.

To set this up, rewind almost 20 years ago. I’m in Korea, teaching English, studying meditation, and doing a lot of self-discovery. It was 2003 and the US had just declared war on Iraq and despite the anti-American sentiment in Korea at the time, I decided to take a train up to Seoul to attend a peace rally. Peace advocate and Zen monk Thich Nhat Hanh was going to be there to offer a peace march, a slow walking prayer for peace. I LOVE Thich Nhat Hanh, had read several of his books, and couldn’t believe that I was going to finally see him.

There were more than 10,000 people at this peace rally and as one of the only white people there, I stood out making me a potential target for anti-American sentiment. But I figured that being a peace rally and all, I’d hopefully be ok.

While I was waving my hand-made sign which read “American for Peace,” a kind Korean monk began talking to me, sharing his warm smile and words, acknowledging my decision to be there.

Soon, the crowd hushed as Thich Nhat Hanh took the stage and instructed us on how to breathe in peace and breathe out peace as he and a select group of about a dozen monks would walk slowly along a cordoned-off path in the center of the crowd of 10,000 people.

Thich Nhat Hanh began his peace march through the silent crowd. As Thich Nhat Hanh and his posse of monks approached where I was standing, I heard my new monk friend whisper in my ear, “Stay close to me.” “Sure,” I thought, “we are packed in here like sardines. Where am I going to go?” Then, as Thich Nhat Hanh and his wake of monks passed in front of where I was standing, my kind Korean monk friend lifted the rope separating the crowd from the small double-row of monks performing the peace walk. I felt a gentle hand on my back pushing me into the slow procession of monks and before I knew it, we took up the caboose position in the peace walk with 10,000 pairs of eyes watching us.

We completed the peace walk with the monks and ended up on stage facing the entire crowd. Thich Nhat Hanh gave some final remarks and everyone erupted into celebratory applause.

I’ll never forget that day as long as I live. Read the entire story here (blog)

Now, fast forward to January of 2022 and I am living in France. I was crushed to hear that at 95 years old, Thich Nhat Hanh had died. I knew he had Plum Village—his headquarters, meditation halls, and retreat center—was somewhere in the South of France but I was shocked to learn that it was only about 20 minutes from where I’d be hosting my retreats in June. I had to go and I desperately wanted to bring my retreat attendees with me.

I scoured the Plum Village website to make arrangements but couldn’t quite discern whether or not we’d be welcome to visit Plum Village. I’d written an email to the administration of Plum Village which went unanswered. One page on the website said that we could show up and that lunch would be provided and on another part indicated the contrary. There were so many variables that I thought we should simply show up, trust fate, and be ready to roll with whatever presents itself.

So one beautiful June morning at my Bordeaux retreat, the bus picked us up from the chateau and we headed to Plum Village. We had all packed some fruit, granola bars, and whatever other food we could in our bags to be prepared regardless of whether or not we were served lunch.

As we unloaded from the bus we saw a busy but easy going community of monks, practitioners, and lay people on a meditation retreat. I’m not sure if any of them were also visiting for just the day. Some people were volunteers on their Happy Farm project, others were lounging in hammocks or meditating as they sat in the grass.

We milled about for a bit as I tried to catch my bearings and figure out what to do and where to go. I introduced myself to a few monks, told them who we were, and I asked them if we were welcome and how we could participate. They kindly indicated we were welcome for the day, that we could join for a meditation and Dharma talk offered by some of the senior monks, but that we were on our own for lunch. Score!

As we waited for the meeting to start, we were all standing around and taking in this incredible fact that WE WERE AT PLUM VILLAGE. While we were standing there, a big warm-hearted black man who was attending the meditation retreat at Plum Village saw one of the attendees of my retreat, a black woman, and he jumped up in the air and shouted, “Yes! Now there’s two of us!” He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her with a big, long, hug. We all met and introduced ourselves before the two of them celebrated their blackness together and immediately dove into deep and warm conversation about the need for meditation in their communities.

His name is Ofosu and I eventually learned that he is a Ghanian-American hip-hop and electronic musician in the Washington DC area and calls himself Born I. He teaches meditation, is a practicing buddhist, and devotes much of his music to waking up. Incredible.

Eventually, we entered a large meditation hall. There were chairs set up as well as meditation cushions on the floor and in several sections of the hall there were chords and headphones so that the talks could be translated into several different languages.

The warm tones of a large bell greeted several of the head monks who entered and took their seats on the stage. We meditated. After, they hosted a moving Q&A session. One man asked the monks through tears how we can meditate when there is war going on. Then Ofosu approached the stage and asked a heart-felt question about how to reconcile racism through meditation. I was blown away by how compassionately the monks answered the questions.

After the Q&A, the monks indicated that today was the celebration of the 40th anniversary of Plum Village. My heart leapt. I just happened to bring my group to Plum Village on this momentous day! The monks talked lovingly of their leader Thay (Thich Nhat Hanh’s familiar name), and illustrated the origins and evolutions that Plum Village has experienced over the years. They showed a video montage of Thich Nhat Hanh’s life as well as the ongoing life of Plum Village and even though none of the pictures were of the peace march I’d attended in Seoul in 2003, the photos took me back there as if it were yesterday.

Eventually, we shuffled out of the hall and I was moved to find my new friend, Ofosu. I gave him a big hug and thanked him for his question about reconciling race issues with meditation and mindfulness and told him how his question invited me to be more mindful about race. We had a warm moment and a brief chat.

Then the few hundred people in attendance at Plum Village that day, went outside to participate in our own peace march. We started at a large tower with an enormous bell which they rang several times as they evoked a prayer. Then we walked in silence in a thin line through the forest breathing and thinking peace. I felt as if I were reliving my impromptu peace march with Thich Nhat Hanh almost 20 years prior.

Thich Nhat Hanh was a master calligrapher and the organizers had hung many of his sayings up in the trees so that passersby could read them along the way. They were written in French, English, and Vietnamese. It took perhaps 30 minutes of slow walking to reach the end of the path through the forest, each step more inspiring and peaceful than the last.

On the other side of the path, we were all greeted by beautiful classical music. We sat in the sun of this beautiful June day and soaked it all in. A few of the monks began playing Bach— a monk playing the cello, violin, piano, and flute, though the flutist was the only one not wearing the brown habit of a monk, so maybe they outsourced the flute. Several female monks performed a dance.

I don’t know how I missed this, maybe it happened later in the day, but Ofosu performed a number with the monks as well. If you use Facebook, you can see it here.

Born I and Phap Huu performing “Little Star”

Our group connected and together we marveled at our incredible fortune to be at Plum Village at all, let alone on this 40th anniversary celebration. We sat down on the grass and began to eat our lunch, the fruit and various things we’d brought with us.

Then they served cake, chocolate cake!

On display was a gallery containing many of Thich Nhat Hanh’s original calligraphy. I stood and marveled at Thich Nhat Hanh’s perfect, harmonious circles, his simple but wise phrases, all of it a legacy.

Eventually, we made our way back up the hill to meet our bus driver who picked us up and took us back to the chateau and our regularly scheduled retreat.

What an incredible day!

I hosted another retreat at the chateau the following week and we also went back to Plum Village for another magical day, though this one with decidedly less surprise and celebration.

On this second trip to Plum Village I bumped into the Ofosu again and he said that it was the last day of the retreat for him at Plum Village, he’d be going home soon. I asked him if he had any major take-aways from his experience at Plum Village and he said that what he learned most was how even though he will always be fighting racial inequality as long as it exists he can still be happy in this moment. He can fight for justice and have personal peace.

I love this insight!

May past, present, and future all wrap itself into this moment, even if we don’t have everything figured out. May we tirelessly strive for justice and equality while also keeping the peace within ourselves and outside of ourselves. And may we be open to those unforgettable moments that present themselves along our way.