i have a profile photo on facebook that is titled 'mossy young forest buddha.' while i am convinced the little stone statue is actually of a young buddhist monk (thailand has buddhist monks who live in the forest), i would love to have this sweet statue in my garden. i will attempt to carve one out of soapstone because i cannot find one for sale.
i am struggling with organized religion. the inquisition. mega-churches. the hoopla caused because a bishop is gay. the church attempting to control a group of nuns who merely want to help the needy. the merging of politics and religion. i can't imagine jesus strategizing about overthrowing those bum romans. or buddhist monestaries harboring pedophiles. at least, i hope not.
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i envy those buddhist monks who live in the forest, the trappist monks who make delicious jams, the benedictine monks who live quietly in the rolling hills of weston, vermont. they don't have cell phones and facebook accounts. they are not searching the aisles of the super center for items they are convinced they cannot live without. they are not suffering from anxiety and requiring antidepressants to cope. they live simply. quietly. peacefully. faithfully.
i can't escape to a monestary so i need to create a monastic atmosphere where i am. less time on the computer and more quiet reflection. more prayer. i am convinced that the more i simplify my life, the happier i'll be. namaste.
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