Day 27 - 11:35am, 27th January 2019
As I approach the Water, there are a group of people with wheelbarrows in the car park of the visitor centre, suggesting they have been out or are about to go out on a river clear up. I am pleased to see when I get to the bridge that both Christmas trees have gone from the water. But then I feel a pang of guilt that I come here every day as an observer, not a doer. I stand quietly by.
I read a TIME article that the monk that taught the West mindfulness, Thich Nhat Hanh has gone home to 'transition' from life to death. He has stopped his medication, which he took following a stroke three years ago. The article highlights that not only is he able to physically speak any more, but that he has been criticised for not having spoken out about the Communist party. The piece draws to a close with the reminder that Buddhism teaches that Nhat Hanh needs to offer his presence . . . "the Zen master is evidently playing the long game - the longest game of all, in fact, which is eternity." Sometimes, words are not necessary, our presence, or lack of it, says it all.
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