A Soul Feels Its Worth

frailty

 

Santa Fe hosts a thriving Tibetan Buddhist population.

A few weeks ago I became aware of a special event taking place in which a group of traveling monks were in town to create a sacred mandala completed over a full weeks time using tiny grains of colored sand to make a very intricate pattern SEE HERE.

It is a privilege to witness this meditative display of acute focus over time and to know that at the completion of the mandala the entire thing is brushed away as a symbol of impermanence.

I rolled downtown to the event location and found my way blocked as there were no curb cuts allowing my approach to the entry door.

Pausing in my disappointment and preparing to roll on the door of the establishment opened.

Two monks in red ocher robes smiled and proceeded to come quickly over and position themselves to LIFT UP MY 300 LB. CHAIR!!!!

I was freaking out..

“NO!  NO! I AM TOO HEAVY!  YOU WILL HURT YOURSELVES!” I say to the charged air.

They clearly struggled soundlessly and did get the chair lifted over the curb.

I exhaled with too many thank yous and wheeled into the store.

OMG……..  6 steps down to the platform where the mandala was materializing…..

Four MORE monks appeared and soundlessly (again) took up positions around my chair and lifted.

It was a symphony.

A soundless symphony of human compassion, containment, grace and chaotic mind machinations (mine).

They lowered me down to the floor and walked off to keep working on their “world.”

Breathless, I tried to mimic their composure and fake a sense of normality as I rolled over to watch what I had come to see.

I felt caring and unobtrusive eyes on me during my stay.  I was comfortingly shown an easy exit to use whenever I decided to go.

I sat there in my miracle for a long, long time.

Still sitting.

comments

4 Responses to “A Soul Feels Its Worth”

  1. Jenny on December 21st, 2014

    Cathy this is story that touches the heart of everything. You were blessed by their quietness and stillness and knowing.they were blessed because you came to witness and needed their help. Today a taxi driver who was maybe a Sikh – wearing a turban, gave me a lift home but our long drive was blocked by a car , so I said I would sit at the top on my walker and wAit for someone to help me. But he insisted and helped me down holding tightly on my arms -which I don’t usually like , and then said ” God bless you ” . And I said thank you but should have said “he already has. ” Kindness is sometimes spilling over.

  2. gerry harty on December 22nd, 2014

    Cathy that is the most beautiful Christmas story I have ever heard!!! Have a very Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year!!! xoxo Gerry

  3. barbara on December 22nd, 2014

    Beautiful story…moments like this that feed the soul.

    Kathy your writings are wonderful.

    Barbara X

  4. Jennifer on December 24th, 2014

    What an incredible experience, and beautifully told. You made me cry and reminded me again of the humanity around us. You are an inspiration!!

Leave a Reply