Tuesday, April 17, 2012
I’m finding myself in an interesting predicament. I’m late for class. So many conflicting thoughts on this topic. Rushing to meditate, is that inherently wrong? Should I calmly walk to class and disturb everyone with my entrance, or hurry, out of breath and enter in a non-meditative state? I decide to rush, maybe I’ll hit the tail end of stretching. As I enter I see we have finished stretching and I scan the crowd looking for a seat. Hmmm, there is one up front. Oh well.
AS I sit down, we are talking about one thousand one hundred and twenty seven monks who are travelling through Thailand as part of the healing process from the tsunami. I hear them referred to as the eleven-twentyseven, and my mind flashes back to a tv show called the 44 hundred. I am broken from my reverie by someone asking if there is significance to the number of monks. “No”, says the leader. “I don’t think so”. So we wait on the abbot to begin the guided meditation….