<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:47:15.035-08:00</updated><category term='shrines'/><category term='buddhism'/><category term='rebirth'/><category term='dance meditation'/><category term='support'/><category term='The Heart Sutra'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='linky links'/><category term='retreats interconnectedness and abundance even in winter.'/><category term='realising'/><category term='single sex activities'/><category term='easterbrook'/><category term='photos'/><category term='puja'/><category term='meditation'/><category term='Om Ah Hum'/><category term='enligtenment'/><category term='trees'/><category term='Creative'/><category term='study'/><category term='soul'/><category term='link'/><category term='Vegetables'/><category term='permaculture'/><category term='learning'/><category term='harvesting the beauty of the earth'/><category term='green things'/><category term='women'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='enlightenment'/><category term='buddhafield'/><category term='overcoming resistance'/><category term='the wonders of the internet'/><category term='sigolovada sutta'/><category term='buddhist teachings'/><category term='being aware'/><category term='the beauty of the earth'/><category term='male perspective'/><category term='andy goldsworthy'/><category term='growth'/><category term='ritual'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='paths'/><category term='sharing interesting things'/><category term='retreat'/><category term='truths'/><category term='dharmalife magazine'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='The Buddha'/><category term='gender'/><category term='what is a buddhafield?'/><category term='personal stories'/><category term='love'/><category term='growing'/><title type='text'>The Secret Life of Buddhafield</title><subtitle type='html'>A window into what goes on behind the scenes at Buddhafield</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-2284633651024094246</id><published>2011-11-04T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T03:54:48.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching the Earth - by Louise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddhanet.net/lineart/buddhas/images/buddhabowl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.buddhanet.net/lineart/buddhas/images/buddhabowl.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally the festival season ended at the end of September and the cafe and me both breathed a huge sigh of relief. It's been good, don't get me wrong, but it's been tiring. Usually Out of the Ordinary in Sussex is the last cafe gig of the season but this year we were asked to cater the Young Persons Retreat. The 4th of such a thing and an annual event. It is a place in which young Buddhists within Triratna can gather. This year Buddhafield were asked to cater the event and so it was that I had to rouse myself out of my, slowly dispersing, but still very present&amp;nbsp;lethargy&amp;nbsp;to travel to Uttoxeter, to an old boarding school, to prep more veg but this time in a very different context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite&amp;nbsp;appropriately, I felt, the theme of the retreat was 'Energy for Enlightenment'. Considering I have been struggling with my energy levels for most of the summer I was interested in what might transpire. So, here I was, inside a posh private school, feeling very out of place in such&amp;nbsp;grandeur&amp;nbsp;and feeling incredibly shy. It was a reluctant start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious at how the weekend would pan out. How would the school gym be transformed into a shrine room, what were other young Buddhists like and what would a puja be like with so many people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dedication ceremony on the first night was good. It was startling to hear so many voices in unison. It felt like a good preparation for the following night, puja night. It was amazing to chant a mantra for such a long time and to really immerse myself in it, letting go a tiny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding myself out of context as a Buddhist was both refreshing but provoking. I am mostly to be found in a field or woodlands. Meditating in a dome with just a thin sheet of plastic, carpet and cushions between me and the earth below.&amp;nbsp;I like it this way, it gets me closer to nature and the elements.&amp;nbsp;This is what I found most challenging, to see myself within the wider movement and to take myself out of the Buddhafield bubble. I took me a long time to see myself as a living, breathing Buddhist and feeling apart of Buddhafield&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;helped me in this. The connections that I have made with Buddhafield have helped me so much in all aspects of my life. Triratna however still feels slightly alien to me although I do totally respect it, I felt like I had to embrace this retreat and make those tentative links with people and order members from outside Buddhafield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talks, all three of them, were so exhilarating. Vajratara, Singamati and Dharmashalin spoke so personally and their words are still resonating with me now. If you wish to hear the talks for yourself please follow the links below. I have been noticing more and more since these talks how energy gets blocked and misused and I how struggle with keeping my energy clear and bright. I am still thinking about the answers to all the questions that were posed over the weekend. What do I really care about? What do I need to do to focus my energy? What symbols do I connect with the most and why are they relevant, how do they help me. I might not know the answers to these questions just yet but to keep them in my mind feels important especially right now when I am searching for that thing that will allow me to fulfil my potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puja was just incredible. I am not sure I could put into words just how much it moved me. No one seemed lacking in energy, the room felt ecstatic, such beauty echoed off the walls, into my ears, into my heart and back out with my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that my curiosity was justified and I didn't pander to my reluctance too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the links below to listen to the talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/31050466" target="_blank"&gt;http://vimeo.com/31050466&lt;/a&gt; - Vajratara: Energy for Enlightenment (~57 min)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/31083133" target="_blank"&gt;http://vimeo.com/31083133&lt;/a&gt; - Singhamati and Dharmashalin (~36 min - two talks back-to-back)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-2284633651024094246?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2284633651024094246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/touching-earth-by-louise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/2284633651024094246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/2284633651024094246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/touching-earth-by-louise.html' title='Touching the Earth - by Louise'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-3477466021274994538</id><published>2011-10-14T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T02:42:44.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Grateful Words to the Buddhafield Team, Broadhembury October 2011 by Kamalashila</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blog-entry" id="unique-entry-id-15" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 30px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="blog-entry-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;I arrived in Buddhafield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;at roughly the same age as many of my Buddhafield friends are now – in my mid to late forties. It was the second half of the 90s. I was an anagarika, a kind of Triratna monastic. In my youth I had set up the west London Buddhist centre, Vajraloka (a meditation centre), and a study centre, Vajrakuta, in Wales. I lived there for fifteen years, established myself as a teacher and wrote my book on meditation. I was definitely part of the mainstream of things and a few years earlier had been named by Sangharakshita as one of the thirteen people he trusted with the future of the movement. I’d lived at Madhyamaloka with some of these people for five years, well supported, running a car, able to do whatever I wanted. I often travelled abroad, leading retreats – India, Australia, USA, Scandinavia. I led a privileged existence but I knew something was missing and I wondered if I really deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;Buddhafield had approached Madhyamaloka for a President, an ally and contact with the wider movement. No one wanted to do it. Devamitra, I recall, was the hot candidate, but he didn’t really seem to want to do it either, since he tried to persuade me to take it on. He thought it would suit me. I can’t remember the sequence of events, but eventually I led a retreat or two on the land, and was immediately hooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhafield drew me because it supplied a lot of what I missed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;Buddhafield changed my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I’m tremendously grateful. Not to any one person, strangely – though so many people have helped me and I owe a lot to several people, Rupadarshin for example. No, my gratitude is for the opportunity to be in nature. Just to be in nature – to have something to do there, to have anything at all to do among leaves and trees and sky – that’s what’s transformational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned so much about how to teach meditation just from being in the elements – from the special challenge that gives, the special conditions that are so uncompromising and real. I found a way to connect to my deepest feelings and desires, to my humnan heritage, to my ancestors – to the land itself. What Buddhafield gave me in the 90s inspired a completely new approach, led me to doing my long retreat in Tipi Valley; led me, when I lived at Trevince House with Andy, Yashobodhi, Rupadarshin, Satyajit and Abhayajit, to trying to get this land based community going that is still moving slowly to a conclusion after (six?) years. It led me to move to EcoDharma for 2-3 years, which turned out to be a mistake for me, but it was a learning experience I don’t regret. It led me to realise that I no longer needed to be an anagarika to engage deeply with the Dharma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for all this and I have spent my time moving between Buddhafield and the more mainstream elements of the Triratna movement, always promoting what I see as its values.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;I remember some of us Order members going and having tea with Bhante some years ago. I remember Bhante himself giving his talk at the Buddhafield festival and me teasing him on stage, saying he’d grown his hair especially for the event. I’ve seen Buddhafield increasingly respected; seen Bhante more recently write about the importance of animism, living a life that appreciates the living presence of non human beings like trees, mountains, badgers and birds. I’ve seen Subhuti write about the importance of the natural world, of a more animistic perspective, as part of extending and deepening the human imagination.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;This has had little to do with me – Buddhafield’s continued existence has simply made it easier for them to introduce these topics in a realistic, lived manner in the movement. Because it shows the ordinary people in their flats in the cities how they can be in nature. Simply that. There’s a way they can do that… There is a strong need for that. You might also say that the whole development of Festivals has come from that need – from our tragic cultural alienation from nature. Anyway, Buddhafield certainly opens a bright doorway out of the alienation of western industrialised society.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;I’m grateful for Buddhafield’s existence because&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;in Buddhafield, two things I love come together: Buddhism and Nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It so happens that these two are crucially important for our present society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;Buddhism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;coming to the west is arguably crucial for its spiritual survival. People don’t like to appear to exclusivist, and obviously there are great, inspiring ideas and truths that come from other traditions. But to me Buddhism has something that is more alive, critical, practical and flexible. It fully fits our time. It has things to show us about our very nature as living beings that have a capacity to liberate us in ways I’ve not seen yet elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;As for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;Nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;there’s a need universally to be more in harmony with the earth, with what is natural and not artificial, and to come down from our proud, self made towers of glass and steel. This is not easy for us, and it’s not easy to see how our culture can make this transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;I’m grateful that Buddhafield makes that experiment of bringing Buddhism and Nature together. That is enough for me. There are so many applications of that, I don’t too much mind which we explore. I can see that a community on the land is a logical next step, but what I mainly see is Buddhafield’s many strands of influence in the world. Buddhafield has something truly unique. A few other Buddhist groups have their ecological approach, but nothing as lived and as experienced as this. There are many other non Buddhist groups working in nature, but no other Buddhist based ones, that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In particular I see Buddhafield influencing the mainstream, as all experimental groups do. I see people in Triratna who would never camp and lie on the ground to sleep, who are slowly coming round and facing up to the needs of nature.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;This is an important change because contact with the land, contact with living nature, dissolves in a positive way the pride and arrogance, the hubris, that characterises our industrialised society and causes so much of the mental suffering that traditional Buddhism also addresses. Contact with the earth gives something very beautiful as it dissolves our arrogance: with its collapse comes a letting go into life that is lovely and which is liberating. To me, Buddhafield is all about that and I feel very proud, in a good way, to be associated with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blog-entry-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blog-entry-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This post has been taken off Kamalashila's website and personal blog with his permission.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.dharmadoor.org/"&gt;http://www.dharmadoor.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-3477466021274994538?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3477466021274994538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/presidents-grateful-words-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/3477466021274994538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/3477466021274994538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/presidents-grateful-words-to.html' title='President&apos;s Grateful Words to the Buddhafield Team, Broadhembury October 2011 by Kamalashila'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-304357092354101185</id><published>2011-06-15T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T05:08:20.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Review of the Buddhafield Yatra by Lokubandhu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6obLiMiB4c/TfigcvKkH9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/DfNsmrSnC3c/s1600/Arrival+at+Scutchamer+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6obLiMiB4c/TfigcvKkH9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/DfNsmrSnC3c/s320/Arrival+at+Scutchamer+5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;The highlight of last month was, for me, the Buddhafield Yatra.&amp;nbsp; I thought it was totally great, it’s unlike everything else we do in Triratna and I would like to share an account of it with you - if anyone wanted to organize one themselves I’d be more than happy to advise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;"&gt;In essence a Yatra is a walking retreat; over 7 days 30 of us walked 60 miles, from Reading train station (an easy place to get to for the start) to Avebury (a vast megalithic complex dominated by the great stone circle: a fine place to finish).&amp;nbsp; It’s a walk, but with a distinctive etiquette: we walk in silence, in single file, each hour of walking beginning and ending in a circle, with any words from the leader (or others, who might, for instance, have a poem to share) followed by everyone bowing to one another.&amp;nbsp; The leader then leads off in a spiral, walking around the outside of the circle with everyone following.&amp;nbsp; Behind the leader is a map-reader; at the rear is a backstop who ensures no-one gets left behind.&amp;nbsp; Two vehicles, a van and a run-around car, stay with the day’s team of about 4 people; they tat-down the previous night’s camp, do the shopping, go ahead with the luggage and set up the next night stop, cook dinner, and welcome the weary walkers as they arrive.&amp;nbsp; The car is available to pick up anyone who can’t walk the full distance.&amp;nbsp; The roles all swap around, everyone plays their part.&amp;nbsp; Morning and evening there’s time for meditation, Dharma talks, reporting-in and Puja or other rituals; the silent walking is of course mindful and an excellent way to practice Bhante’s ‘Four Levels of Awareness’.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;"&gt;All that alone would be great, but Yatras are much more too.&amp;nbsp; Five aspects especially struck me this time - the landscape, the elements, the rituals, the community, and the journey back in time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The walk took us along the River Thames and up onto the Ridgeway, a 5000-year-old trackway across the high dry ground of the Wiltshire downs.&amp;nbsp; Water gave way to Earth, Fire warmed us at night, Air buffeted us as Consciousness walked though Space.&amp;nbsp; For me this was a delight, a week away from computers simply immersed in the present moment and our surroundings: big skies and big landscapes led effortlessly to ‘big mind’.&amp;nbsp; It wasn’t all easy: we were fully exposed to the elements, even by Buddhafield’s minimal standards.&amp;nbsp; At night, the only shelters were our tents and an awning hung off the side of the van.&amp;nbsp; While walking, the only refuge was to be mindful of (and hang loose to) our experience rather than resist it.&amp;nbsp; And we had weather in abundance - hot sun, strong wind, driving rain, blue skies, cold nights.&amp;nbsp; Happily none lasted too long - we could see for ourselves that all things passed, the Three Laksanas held true…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Almost every night we camped at one or another ancient monument or hillfort, giving a wonderful backdrop to a series of improvised rituals.&amp;nbsp; The first evening we started with the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Dedication Ceremony, but thereafter took off into realms of creativity. Morning by the river, with rain threatening, saw&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #00000a; line-height: 20px;"&gt;a ‘b&lt;/span&gt;aptism’ by Air and Water, based on a Biodanza exercise; that evening another by Fire and Earth - specifically, building and jumping a fire in the woods.&amp;nbsp; The next morning, finding ourselves next to Scutchamer Knob, an ancient collapsed burial mound, we surrounded it and one by one approached the shrine in the centre of the amphitheatre-like space holding a Vajra, shouting our names to the wind, declaring our intentions for the day’s walk - to “walk with confidence, sensitivity, etc”.&amp;nbsp; And off we went…&amp;nbsp; At Uffingdon, on Dragon’s Hill at sunset, in the howling wind, we recited the Ratana Sutta and met, tamed, and befriended our Demons, this time calling their names into the wind.&amp;nbsp; At Waylands Smithy, an ancient tomb in a beautiful beech-tree grove, we began what came to be several ceremonies connecting us with our Ancestors - those unknown people who first walked the Ridgeway and built (with stupendous labour) the many special places we were passing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;"&gt;We used verses and pujas by Dhiramati, to whom I’m profoundly grateful; he has such a gift with words and poetry.&amp;nbsp; We began with his verses ‘To the Ancestors’; that night, by a fire in a field under the starry sky, his beautiful puja to Tara and the Elements.&amp;nbsp; In the wide open space of Barbury Castle Akasaka led us in the Amoghasiddhi mantra and offering our intentions (symbolized by flower petals) to the wind.&amp;nbsp; By this time Reading train station seemed a million miles and several thousand years away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Approaching Avebury, our destination, for two nights our only campsite and kitchen was the public car park and grass verge by the track: happily we were undisturbed.&amp;nbsp; We’d tried and failed to find a more orthodox campsite for this part of the walk; it was clear how we as Yatrikas had in a sense gone forth from the regular world and (rather like the Buddha and his followers) been forced to take our chances night by night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Soon after our arrival we embarked upon an all-night vigil inside West Kennett Long Barrow; some 25 of us crowding in with almost 20 staying till dawn. Akasaka and I had drafted a seven-round ritual, recapping and building on the many ceremonies already performed.&amp;nbsp; Each round had several stages, for instance the first, ‘Connecting with the Ancestors’ consisting of a welcome talk by Sean (a Druid as well as a Buddhist); entering the Barrow; creating a shrine and finding our places; Dhiramati’s 'Verses to the Ancestors' and 'Spirit Song'; the Ratana Sutta and an offering of one sunflower seed each inside the chamber; and finally the Aksobhya mantra and earth-touching mudra. The other rounds were ‘Setting our intentions for the night’; ‘Evoking our potential’ (verses and mantras to Amoghasiddhi and Tara, ending with extinguishing all lights and holding hands in the total darkness); ‘Confession and Acknowledgement of Regrets and Limitations’; ‘Aspirations and Next Steps’; ‘Rebirth and Re-emergence’ (in the first light of dawn); a ‘Retreat Metta and Transference of Merits’ and finally the recitation of Kalidasa’s wonderful 'Exhortation to the Dawn' at sunrise at 5.06am.&amp;nbsp; Followed by the long walk back to our camp and sleep!&amp;nbsp; The next day saw us end the Yatra by walking the mile-long Avenue into Avebury and reporting-out among the stones - and meeting Terry Dobney, Arch-Druid of Avebury and Keeper of the Stones, for a formal welcome into and most fascinating tour of the site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Probably not surprisingly, we were a pretty strong community by this time, even though we’d all spent many hours in silence, simply walking together.&amp;nbsp; Certainly we’d all lived though an adventure together, ably facilitated by the excellent Buddhafield team.&amp;nbsp; For me, it was a great combination of a simple and elemental life, a whacky adventure, and a serious contribution to our great shared enterprise of bringing Buddhism to the West, even, to re-imagining the Buddha.&amp;nbsp; I’m over my word count so can’t say more; but there’s photos at&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/684hpdl" style="color: blue; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 20px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/684hpdl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-304357092354101185?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/304357092354101185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/review-of-buddhafield-yatra-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/304357092354101185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/304357092354101185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/review-of-buddhafield-yatra-by.html' title='A Review of the Buddhafield Yatra by Lokubandhu'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6obLiMiB4c/TfigcvKkH9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/DfNsmrSnC3c/s72-c/Arrival+at+Scutchamer+5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-6465271300124393794</id><published>2011-06-04T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T03:20:20.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment of Peace Amongst the Joyful Chaos.</title><content type='html'>The wondrous, glorious, amazing, life affirming Buddhafield festival is almost upon us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BnH_QSEmszE/TeoFyam29MI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2-7cPjK_XW8/s1600/Blog+photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BnH_QSEmszE/TeoFyam29MI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2-7cPjK_XW8/s320/Blog+photo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparations are stepping up a gear espeically for the cafe crew who only have one week left to get any last mintue things done before we head off to Glastonbury Festival (they are all at Sunrise Festival this week making our third cafe gig of the season a spectacular success!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just come back off retreat and my inspiration is flowing out of me. I learnt some valuable lessons whilst there. These lessons are about giving myself the time to do those things that bring me joy. I have learnt to cultivate more love for myself and more strength in my abilities; knowing that I am capable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has left me feeling so abundant in my skills and in seeing the abundance in nature that is all around me. Now whilst I am pottering around in an empty house, a moment (or couple of days) of peace amongst festival chaos, I have a contiuation of this space to expand my feelings of abundance, what that means to me and how to bring this feeling with me into the festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme doesn't refer to material wealth or material possessions. It is not about that craving we all get for something shiny that costs an arm and a leg. It refers to celebrating the bountiful world around us, thanking the earth for her treasures, thanking each other for the love and support that we all receive in one form or another. It refers to the warm fuzzy feeling we get when we make someone laugh. Its about our inner goldness and not about desire for a lump of yellow rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We conducted a survey at the beginning of the year to get your opinions of the festival and one of the points that came up was that Buddhism had got lost inamongst everything else so this year we are putting more focus back onto our rituals. We are turning sound  systems off in the Owl field during the main rituals which are: Opening Ceremony: Wednesday 6 – 6.45 pm, Saturday Ritual: 9.30 – 10.30 pm and the Closing Ceremony: Sunday 2 – 3.15 pm. Dayajoti is leading the Rituals team this year  and is keen for us all to come together as one big community, to explore  the festival theme as an expression of our shared values. To express our inner goldness the main  symbol this year is gold, so the team are encouraging  everyone, &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;and you&lt;/span&gt;, to bring gold clothes to wear at any time during the  festival but particularly during the rituals. If you have gold clothes then gold body paint will do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this years festival, give up those material cravings, give up listening to the stories that go round and round about someone being better then you and come to Buddhafield festival, to explore and express yourself in a supportive community of wonderful people and where every person, tree, bee, blade of grass, bird and string of bunting is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I come with my raggedly loves dragging&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;into the sphere of your clear regard.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I praise our common fight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I praise friendship embarked on suddenly as a bus that arrives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I praise friendship maturing like a tall beech tree.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I praise the differences that define us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love what I cannot be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;as well as what I am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;From 'The Homely War' by Marge Piercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-6465271300124393794?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6465271300124393794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/moment-of-peace-amongst-chaos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/6465271300124393794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/6465271300124393794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/moment-of-peace-amongst-chaos.html' title='A Moment of Peace Amongst the Joyful Chaos.'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BnH_QSEmszE/TeoFyam29MI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2-7cPjK_XW8/s72-c/Blog+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-640438449371841313</id><published>2011-04-22T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T13:00:31.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Back to our Sangha.</title><content type='html'>We have returned to our Sangha here in Devon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our 3 months away I was working in woodland in Norfolk, a place I love and have been to on a number of occasions. Ruth joined me there for a month and then moved onto Bristol and has become apart of a community project there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as Ruth is half in Bristol and half here in Devon and with our first cafe event in just a week and the festival in just over 3 months our blog posts will be less frequent then before Christmas but we will endeavor to post once a week to keep you up to date with the cafe and festival preparations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Ruth and I arrived back at Trevince, for the first time in three months for a work retreat. A fortnight of coming together to prepare for the season with overriding theme being Metta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a bubble of activity it was! We now have beautiful new bean bags for the cafe made from old cafe canvas, our 'show' yurt, for a new venture is being put together ready for the festival where it will house our inividual crafts for sale, our vans have been serviced and painted ready to hit the road for our first cafe event, Wildheart in Sussex. Trevince house has taken over the rent of Easterbrook veg garden which is a source of much delight and veg seeds were and still are being planted (our babies!), new cafe tables have been made and wonderfully painted by Nealey, Padmapani, Mumukshu and Helen Hatt from Magical Youth, Our canvases have been water-proofed, sauna and hot water system has had a once over, bikes have been fixed and domes have been checked. It was a productive fortnight and we are almost ready for the season to commence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to come back here to such a structured day. My meditation practise was non existent whilst living and working in the woods and it felt good to meditate daily again and with metta practise at the forefront of my mind instead of floating around in the background. Vidyadasi bought us some lovely evening activities in the first week and in the second week Siddhimala joined us for women's study. Again with the theme of metta we spoke of our experiences and practise of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metta is love and more than love. It is the recognition of ourselves in others and others in ourselves. It is to have patience, friendliness, kindness, empathy, generosity and understanding for all beings no matter how difficult they may be. It is to have all of these same qualities for yourself as well. It is a way of being not just an emotion to be felt occasionally but to actively care for others. It is to cultivate a positive interest in everything. Which in some cases is very easy and others is very challenging. I find it difficult to cultivate feelings of metta for myself and this fortnight made me face up to this which was quite a slap in the face in some cases!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very beneficial practice though and I can see this benefit and I can feel the benefits a month on. We had a lovely closing ritual to the fortnight where we all rejoiced in each others merit via lovely little messages that were read out in front of the group. I really felt lucky to have returned to this sangha that holds each other so completely and although each day presents a new challenge I feel that we, cafe, retreats and the festival, will spread this metta to all that cross our paths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us this year! go to &lt;a href="http://www.buddhafield.com/"&gt;www.buddhafield.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-640438449371841313?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/640438449371841313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/coming-back-to-our-sangha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/640438449371841313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/640438449371841313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/coming-back-to-our-sangha.html' title='Coming Back to our Sangha.'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-9221255085719030369</id><published>2011-02-21T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T04:34:02.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Apologies for the long unexplained abscense. Both Lou and I have been  living and working in an ancient woodland near Norwich. Lou is still  there and I am in Bristol, exploring the community, so posts will be  returning shortly when we are reunited. Meanwhile, here are some  pictures of what we have been doing!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUMShTVsTbQ/TWJZfqDsXsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HVK3OJOqL7c/s320/DSC_00275.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lou holding some epic ivy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_aB_Gggemo/TWJZmCleOAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q3CumW_WnzI/s1600/DSC_00276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_aB_Gggemo/TWJZmCleOAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q3CumW_WnzI/s320/DSC_00276.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Looking downstream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDr28axiqug/TWJZnOrl_dI/AAAAAAAAAF8/re0KKVbko-I/s1600/DSC_00278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDr28axiqug/TWJZnOrl_dI/AAAAAAAAAF8/re0KKVbko-I/s320/DSC_00278.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R6nnwdvdGNE/TWJZv3KDp5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/8ZMXDuPkdDE/s1600/DSC_00281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R6nnwdvdGNE/TWJZv3KDp5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/8ZMXDuPkdDE/s320/DSC_00281.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lou in her natural habitat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ33F9Rccz0/TWJZw2JhlZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rCqESQMypyE/s1600/DSC_00288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ33F9Rccz0/TWJZw2JhlZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rCqESQMypyE/s320/DSC_00288.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My tree tent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ez5lP9QPsqk/TWJaCwjUjwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9a66jvvsxjc/s1600/DSC_00319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ez5lP9QPsqk/TWJaCwjUjwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9a66jvvsxjc/s320/DSC_00319.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Taking a well deserved rest after building the hurdles you can see round the coppiced hazel stumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5iwsatNI0sw/TWJaF-YMb8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/VA2mbX3OCZA/s1600/DSC_00342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5iwsatNI0sw/TWJaF-YMb8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/VA2mbX3OCZA/s320/DSC_00342.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pole barn that Tom and Lou built, where, for the last week of my stay, we cooked, ate and lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-9221255085719030369?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9221255085719030369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/9221255085719030369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/9221255085719030369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUMShTVsTbQ/TWJZfqDsXsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HVK3OJOqL7c/s72-c/DSC_00275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-473423366846009857</id><published>2011-01-24T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T07:06:46.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forest Garden/Woodland walkway Lottery Grant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TT2UiLo4nMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4IA8O8XoAtA/s1600/imm026_N26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TT2UiLo4nMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4IA8O8XoAtA/s320/imm026_N26.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy to announce that Buddhafield has been awarded £10,000 by the Big Lottery Fund Awards For All and I'm not ashamed to admit to shedding a tear (or two!) when I opened the offer letter. The grant is specifically to create and develop a woodland walkway and a forest garden project at Broadhembury, one of the two pieces of land that Buddhafield owns in Devon. A Forest Garden is a way of planting that mimics young natural woodland. It is developing as an alternative means for producing food and as a method to restore bio diversity. The plants in a forest garden are all of use, directly for food, medicine, basketry, dye and indirectly for bees and nitrogen fixing. A forest garden requires very little upkeep,  with the plants and shrubs working together to create the need for minimal human intervention.  The woodland walkway will provide access through mature woodland that is best left unmanaged for nature conservation. It would create a nature trail through otherwise impenetrable, marshy land. Rupadarshin, Buddhafield's  craftsman extraordinaire will design and  build a simple, low impact pathway, using alder and oak, relying on a method used on the Somerset levels 3,000 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TT2UiRTvpOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uOCBGf9aXh4/s1600/imm025_N25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TT2UiRTvpOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uOCBGf9aXh4/s320/imm025_N25.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The grant is based on us holding an event on the land next winter, for a week, with anyone who would like to come and help us very welcome. We are approaching the event from the angle of the 'Green gym' movement where good mental health has been proven to be supported and encouraged by exercising and working outside.  It will be free for volunteers and we're currently researching warm and snuggly places to stay nearby for those who don't fancy sleeping in tents. The funding covers things such as buying two hundred trees, erecting a deer fence, hiring a tractor driver for a few days and buying materials and tools. There is also funding for a few weeks work before the event starts to prepare the land so that volunteers get to do as many of the 'nice' activities such as tree planting , as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TT2UilMwSUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/p8QD8LD7z6s/s1600/imm016_N16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TT2UilMwSUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/p8QD8LD7z6s/s320/imm016_N16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Buddhafield functions on a shoe string, with our retreats run on a dana system to ensure that as many people who want to are able to participate. It means that we don't have any reserves for positive projects outside of our retreats/festival/cafe programme. This grant gives us the opportunity to put creative energy into a really meaningful project and to encourage all those who want to join in to come and be a part of it. Particularly during this time of economic hardship, it feels great to get funding for such a forward thinking and sustainable project. I hope the forest garden project will encourage lots of people to get involved and will be an inspiration for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Phillips (Buddhafield retreats/fundraising)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-473423366846009857?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/473423366846009857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/forest-gardenwoodland-walkway-lottery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/473423366846009857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/473423366846009857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/forest-gardenwoodland-walkway-lottery.html' title='Forest Garden/Woodland walkway Lottery Grant'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TT2UiLo4nMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4IA8O8XoAtA/s72-c/imm026_N26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-983034368354584503</id><published>2011-01-11T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T06:39:39.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddhafield Dharma by Lokabandu</title><content type='html'>“Buddhafield Dharma - Series I” now available&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lokabandhu writes from Glastonbury to say - “I’m delighted to let you know we’ve just published “Buddhafield Dharma - Series I”.  This is a collection of essays by Buddhafield teachers  in which they begin to articulate Buddhafield’s special approach to the Dharma; you’ll find it at http://issuu.com/buddhafield and hopefully on the ‘shelf’ below.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://static.issuu.com/widgets/shelf/index.html?folderId=85198483-01bf-458e-b438-129a1a9f84d4&amp;amp;theme=theme1&amp;amp;rows=2&amp;amp;thumbSize=small&amp;amp;roundedCorners=false&amp;amp;showTitle=true&amp;amp;showAuthor=false&amp;amp;shadow=true&amp;amp;effect3d=true" width="100%" height="270" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There’s nine contributions in all, a rich feast of Dharma writing - &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;First off is an introduction by Akasati, entitled ‘Ecology, Buddhism and Buddhafield’.  That’s followed (in alphabetical order) by - &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Akuppa - ‘Strive On:  Five ways to stay Sane and True and survive Global Meltdown’&lt;br /&gt;Dhiramati - ‘Myth, Poetry and the Goddess’&lt;br /&gt;Kamalashila - ’The Living Elements’ and also ‘Community, Nature, and Reality’&lt;br /&gt;Khemasuri -  ‘Building an Ethical Underworld’ (sub-titled ‘Lessons from the Mafia’!)&lt;br /&gt;Lokabandhu - ‘Shouting Out Beauty: Listening to the Wisdom of Nature’&lt;br /&gt;Maitrisara - ‘Gracing the Earth: Buddhist Reflections on a Damaged Planet’&lt;br /&gt;and finally Paramananda - ‘On Retreat with Buddhafield’&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Most (not all) of them started life as talks for the Dharma Parlour on the 2009 or 2010 Buddhafield Festivals, but they’ve been extensively edited and reworked since then, mostly under Akasati’s watchful eye.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They’re published in a beautifully-designed on-line book format that both saves loads of paper and makes them easy to share with friends.  It’s the first time we’ve tried this approach but it makes for a remarkably pleasant reading experience!  The essays were originally envisaged as a book to be published by Triratna’s Windhorse Publications, but they pulled out due to other commitments and we decided to go down the on-line publishing route instead.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy reading them and look out for more in the future!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Buddhafield Dharma - Series I” can be found at  http://issuu.com/buddhafield.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-983034368354584503?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/983034368354584503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/buddhafield-dharma-by-lokabandu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/983034368354584503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/983034368354584503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/buddhafield-dharma-by-lokabandu.html' title='Buddhafield Dharma by Lokabandu'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-1448638130390381625</id><published>2011-01-06T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T07:41:33.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Creative Practise - Poetry. By Louise</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I have always found it difficult to talk about my feelings, if there is something bothering me I will keep it as buried as possible. This is not a good habit of mine something that being with Buddhafield has foreced me to really try and change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;I always write, if you want any kind of insight into who I am and who I have been in my life read my poems. The are full of states of mind, feelings, actions, and words that I cannot speak out loud.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;feel like a can understand my states of mind better when I watch my pen writing it down and turning it into imagery. There have been times, and I have written of it often, that my pen or pencil&amp;nbsp;becomes separate from my being. As I watch the ink flow out onto paper my mind calms down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;What I write is not about having some amazing epic poem at&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;end of it but of its&amp;nbsp;process. I started writing as a teenager in college, and in my first year at Brighton University I went though a really creative stage. I wrote everything down and found mysef being inspired often.&amp;nbsp;I love reading what&amp;nbsp;I wrote then as&amp;nbsp;I can see how much I have moved on. I have not written for such a long time, the odd pearl of wisdom came to me&amp;nbsp;occasionally,&amp;nbsp;but for a long while my state of mind was&amp;nbsp;not at its best and I found writing to be frustrating more then anything.&amp;nbsp;Nothing inspired me and if something did I couldn't find the words to express it properly. There was&amp;nbsp;much of the&amp;nbsp;same feelings going on,&amp;nbsp;trying to break out of the cyclicar patterns I found myself in was really hard. This was not changed until&amp;nbsp;I changed my environment last year. That was&amp;nbsp;what I needed to leap out of the vortex that&amp;nbsp;had me trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are three of my poems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inspirational Stirrings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting lines in need of attention&lt;br /&gt;And many more to add to my collection.&lt;br /&gt;A single tree in a far off hedgerow&lt;br /&gt;Soft rain on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;I will heat my body up to sweat&lt;br /&gt;And cool it down on damp grass.&lt;br /&gt;I will watch the shadows write these words&lt;br /&gt;That come from depths or outer regions.&lt;br /&gt;Tensions high and thoughts entangled&lt;br /&gt;My work stunted. Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push the right buttons, write the right phrases.&lt;br /&gt;To tease out the boundaries, over and out.&lt;br /&gt;Nonsenical ramblings and half finished poems.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful compliments to expand on.&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration stirrings don't come to fruition but get knocked out by numbness.&lt;br /&gt;How to start after months or years of nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;How to stop a battle raging and start again.&lt;br /&gt;People who listen but do they hear,&lt;br /&gt;A fear rising every time its my turn,&lt;br /&gt;It's a choice between truth or tears or&lt;br /&gt;Closing it off and smiling OK&lt;br /&gt;Astrological charts, intuitive thining, intentions and guides.&lt;br /&gt;So much to think apon, act apon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunted again at first chance of expression, fall back inward&lt;br /&gt;So rest it will take a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;ljmh July 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe, I believe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;No, there are no fairies in this woodland,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I believe, I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But to see an old ash stump, covered in tiny tumbling mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Growing out of the soft green moss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Like the ones that where there one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;On the great old black poplar tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Thoughts of fairy cities are conjured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And I take off in search of stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And though no fairies live in this garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I believe in the majesty of nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I believe, I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That nature fills us with marvellous visions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And the glory of that is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But still, the idea of fairies has its own faculty in my imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A search for stories of magical beings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Float around its own little mushroom world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Now my childlike joy of otherworld beings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Runs alongside my joy of nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The fascinating sights and sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That would usually pass most by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Have captured mine fully and I can tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I believe. I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That I heard a hillside of bluebells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Closing up for the night to get some glorious rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(And that sound of gentle raindrops pattering on ancient oak leaves was actually bluebells snapping shut).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A rapturous round of applause at the end of a startling day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And as my imagination is fed more by amazing reality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My mind has more space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In my stillness, one moment of clarity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sunshine through a green leaf is a pure light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Amazing reality offers me more and more each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The subtle movements of a tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I believe, I believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Like a pair of lungs exhaling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And inhaling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Grounds impermanent me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;ljmh nov 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talking Stick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Within a circle a purba was placed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;An impliment for killing off demons was explained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;And off we went in fear or non committment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;To a hasty meditation to bring some clarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Eyes stayed shut to ignore the silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Until sounds of a voice far off in the distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Started to speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Awkwardly subjects raised, feelings said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;The purba clumsily passed and quickly discarded,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;On what has already been a difficult day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;This day for me, a return to a state of younger years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;So familiar a feeling I took it happily and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Wallowed more and more, further removed from anything real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;I stopped for a bit to think it all through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;To write it all down and looking back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Over the things gone past, I see this cyclicar pattern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Revealed before my eyes off the pages of a blank writing book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Familiar scenes unfold before me as I picture myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;alone and attempting to analyse a school of emotions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;And finding the only strong imagery written down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Was the nature of the sun or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;The light touch of a raindrop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;A revealation strong but still no progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Talking stick continues,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;I get handed the purba and asked a passive question:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Examples of cold life and warm life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;And fear bubbles to the surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;My voice so seldom heard in matters of the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Attempts an answer, a trembling first word appears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Then two tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Then a torrent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Breath meets sob, a collision unmistakable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;A voice almost takes shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Hastily the purba leaves my shivering hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;A blessed relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;A few things stir in solidarity for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Words spoken about similar feelings and fears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;and allies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;My allay, just discovered, an elegant elastic figure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;With grace much unlike my own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;A green woman, imp like vision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;She gives me strength to feed my demons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;delicious nectar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;I remember her simple words, all day forgotten,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;Her reassurance and instruction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;And breathing deep and drawing her energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;All about my veins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;I hold my hope in my hands, something now textured,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;And relief streams out in an exhale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;ljmh july 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Being involved in Buddhsim&amp;nbsp;has had a really positive effect on how I write and why I write. I am at my&amp;nbsp;most creative with the written word. I chose these three poems as I believe that signify a change in my thinking. To start&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;Inspirational Stirrings is about my realisation of the patterns that&amp;nbsp;I fall into. I was feeling very unworthy back in August and very out of place so I went to the solitude of my van to think and I ended up reading everything I had written since I had left university in 2006. Aside from seeing on the page in front of me loads of very similar themes I could also see that I was not the same person, the poems I had written were full of sadness, anger and very little stength. I had changed and it was worthy of being written about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There is something about writing when I am on my own that sends me to another world, a world of stories where I run alongside the words&amp;nbsp;scrubing some out and squishing some in. The&amp;nbsp;second poem here speaks of this, a lot of my earlier teenage poetry was about creating a story, creating characters and the oddest things I could dream up to happen to them. I still love dreaming up fairy tales but I dont find that very real anymore and the second poem here describes the shift in my thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;last poem is an account of my first experience of a Buddhafield talking stick. I had been apart of a talking stick before but&amp;nbsp;this was&amp;nbsp;written a day or so after&amp;nbsp;Inspirational Stirrings&amp;nbsp;and my state of mind, as I said before was not the best. Buddhafield festival this year was my first Buddhafield festival and it had such a profound effect on me that I think that off the tail of this was why I was feeling a bit down. I was trying to work out what had happened and how I was to hold on to it. The most powerful thing I experienced at the festival was the Feeding your Demons meditation of which I was invloved in a more initimate group, being that&amp;nbsp;I was apart of the decor and rituals team. I had forgotten about my allay and as I spoke in the talking stick&amp;nbsp;I remembered her and felt such strength coming into&amp;nbsp;me as the tears flowed out. I don't know&amp;nbsp;if&amp;nbsp;I portrayed that feeling&amp;nbsp;as well I had hoped to but it was an enpowering thing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So that is my main creative practise, I have others but this is the most prolific and the one I feel most comfortable with. Next time you&amp;nbsp;write, watch the&amp;nbsp;ink or the&amp;nbsp;graphite form the curling letters,&amp;nbsp;watch the pen or pencil meet its shadow&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;a point on the page&amp;nbsp;and listen to the scratch as the words get etched into the paper and see what comes of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-1448638130390381625?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1448638130390381625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-creative-practise-poetry-by-louise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/1448638130390381625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/1448638130390381625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-creative-practise-poetry-by-louise.html' title='My Creative Practise - Poetry. By Louise'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-3588957355526379268</id><published>2011-01-02T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T10:11:02.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the beauty of the earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy goldsworthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being aware'/><title type='text'>Art Corner - Andy Goldsworthy by Ruth</title><content type='html'>For this first post in our 'Artist's Corner' series, I will be writing about the natural artist Andy Goldsworthy. I think his art is really relevant to us as Buddhists, as it is rooted in awareness of surroundings and the natural world. We strive all the time to be aware, of how we feel, what we are doing, what we are looking at, and Goldsworthy's outdoor natural sculptures are the product of such awareness. To create sculptures such as&lt;br /&gt;the one below, named 'Rowan Leaves with Hole', takes hours of being in a constant state of meditative awareness, which is a state that we, as Buddhists, try to live within. Goldsworthy's work fills me with awe, also reminding me that the world is an achingly beautiful place, and if we work with it, in non-destructive ways, we can create things that are truly wonderous. This doesn't just apply to art, but to everything, from buildings, to festivals, to food, and strikes me as being intrinsic to mine and Lou's chosen way of life. His work also makes me think about the reality of change, the sculptures themselves decaying and changing along with the landscape that they are part of. His work brings back into the foreground of my mind how everything, including myself, is changing constantly, and how there is nothing I can do to stop that, and so the best thing I can do is embrace it, love the changes and keep going.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a selection of his work, these pictures are a few of the ones that caught me most strongly, the ones that made me stop and catch my breath, the ones that made me feel, made me be in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naturalismo.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/andy_goldsworthy_rowan_leaves_with_hole.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://naturalismo.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/andy_goldsworthy_rowan_leaves_with_hole.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.writedesignonline.com/history-culture/AndyGoldsworthy/yellowlinedandelion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.writedesignonline.com/history-culture/AndyGoldsworthy/yellowlinedandelion.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41S06MWRAuU/SrgkCLNBuHI/AAAAAAAAACY/qBex7lhfXcY/s320/andy_goldsworthy_maple_leaves_arrangement.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41S06MWRAuU/SrgkCLNBuHI/AAAAAAAAACY/qBex7lhfXcY/s320/andy_goldsworthy_maple_leaves_arrangement.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1LzgVgrWqk/R2XLpHJ2giI/AAAAAAAAA90/HMP3FGLpEBY/s320/Andy_Goldsworthy3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: left;"&gt;Related links:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Interesting article in the &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2007/mar/11/art.features3"&gt;Observer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/art/3663966/Hes-got-the-whole-world-in-his-hands.html"&gt;another&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;one in the Telegraph, part of the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TWBSMc47bw"&gt;documentary&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on his work, called 'Rivers and Tides: Andy Goldsworthy working with Time',&amp;nbsp;and the Online Digital Catalogue of his &lt;a href="http://www.goldsworthy.cc.gla.ac.uk/"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt;. Go have a look! I bet you will find something that takes your breath away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-3588957355526379268?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3588957355526379268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/art-corner-andy-goldsworthy-by-ruth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/3588957355526379268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/3588957355526379268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/art-corner-andy-goldsworthy-by-ruth.html' title='Art Corner - Andy Goldsworthy by Ruth'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_41S06MWRAuU/SrgkCLNBuHI/AAAAAAAAACY/qBex7lhfXcY/s72-c/andy_goldsworthy_maple_leaves_arrangement.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-2714557472457585575</id><published>2010-12-30T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T07:33:45.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at Trevince by Louise and Ruth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TRaYtub62VI/AAAAAAAAAE4/o4pKueNWExI/s1600/DSC00098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TRaYtub62VI/AAAAAAAAAE4/o4pKueNWExI/s200/DSC00098.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Snow covered back garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TRaZD5TwK9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/OWTthk14Nlg/s1600/DSC00008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TRaZD5TwK9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/OWTthk14Nlg/s200/DSC00008.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Tat down at one of our last festivals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TRaZbmIAKzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I6O350lRA80/s1600/SL372404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TRaZbmIAKzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I6O350lRA80/s200/SL372404.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Snow ball target practise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TRaZlzNxi5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ee3fP-Jd-v0/s1600/DSC00029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TRaZlzNxi5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ee3fP-Jd-v0/s200/DSC00029.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Chilling in the living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TRaaGPSgXyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AimCBsgYhXc/s1600/SL372351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TRaaGPSgXyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AimCBsgYhXc/s200/SL372351.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Trevince House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;Living in a community is something I have always wanted in my life. Knowing that there are people around to support and comfort you just feels like it should be reality for many people and it makes me sad to know that people struggle because there are on their own and do not feel protected in the place they live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;There is support, enthusiasm and comfort at Trevince house along with creativity, music, study and hard work. The energy in the house can sometimes be low and sometimes high but that is what you get in a community, a chance to vent your anger, a chance to jump for joy and a chance to be listened to, no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;It is mostly cafe crew that live at Trevince but being the Buddhafield open community house, anyone is welcome. Every morning we have a meeting, a check in where we all have a space to say how we are feeling and what we are planning to do for the day. The work is plenty, help is always required, our communal dinners always need cooking in our tiny tiny kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;We do everything at Trevince to help our pockets, the vans are all serviced before MOTing them and any failures will also be corrected at Trevince, we are growing a part of our own vegetable needs, bread has recently be baked regularly but as our star bread baker has moved out, who know if this will still happen. When the temperatures are above freezing we heat our hot water via our sauna system that comes to the festivals with us and we heat the house with wood burners.We believe in sustainability, living low impact lives and creating a supportive and creative place to be and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Trevince house is siuated not that far from Dartmoor on top of a hill, it's surrounded by open fields and woodlands and steep slopes perfect in the snow we just had for sledging. The stars shine out brightly in the massive expansive sky and the openess in the surrounding area impacts on our own openess as a community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-Lou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Living at Trevince, I am the happiest I have ever been. Each morning I get up, with a thrill of excitement that I am spending another day in the place I want to be most in the world. As I make my morning cup of tea I am greeted with sleepy smiles, and warm morning hugs, and gradually (for we are a group with a large range of sleeping patterns!) we all congregate in the living room, to check in and decide the plan of action for the day. After a few minutes of silence as no one ever wants to start check-in first, Satyajit usually relents and gets the ball rolling. I think check-ins are my favourite part of the day, everyone is in one room, we hold the space for each other, and we open to each other in a way I have never experienced before. Anything and everything is said in that space, every emotion, from joy to despair, is expressed and sat with. I always finnish check-ins with a sense of awe, it is so hard to try and understand yourself, to understand what it is that you are really feeling and express it, with as much awareness as possible, but we are trying, and it is so beautiful. I look round the room, in those few moments before we start to talk, and some days I feel as if I could burst, showering everyone with stars, I am so happy and proud to be living with these people, to be part of Buddhafield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Post check-in the day's work, the cooking and when we will meditate is discussed, and eventually, the larger group dissapates, each of us wandering off, after another cup of tea of course, to get on with our alloted tasks. A few of us will go to Easterbrook to tend the garden and pick salad, Ruperdarshin will be in his dome, chipping away, others will be working on vans or moving things around, canvas's need to be sorted and repaired, and there is always cleaning or cooking to be done. Each day is different, even doing the same tasks, there is always something that changes, yet one thing is always the same - my joy at being here, my astonishment at how lucky I am to be living this way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;About 6pm, or later, it depends on who is cooking, dinner is ready and we all gradually arrive in the living room from the different parts of the house and garden that we have been in. This is also one of my favourite times, we all sit together eating and catching up with each other, we swap stories of our adventures that day and talk about different ways of solving problems we are facing. The food is always amazing, we take it vaguely in turns to cook, everyone has their own way of doing things, so it is always interesting eating! Our evenings are spent, again, with each other, people wander in and out of the living room where some read or carve, draw or write. People move from van to yurt to TV room to the office, in search of the perfect warm spot, the kettle whistles sporadically, and over it all there is a low hum of laughter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-Ruth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-2714557472457585575?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2714557472457585575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-at-trevince-by-louise-and-ruth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/2714557472457585575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/2714557472457585575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-at-trevince-by-louise-and-ruth.html' title='Life at Trevince by Louise and Ruth'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TRaYtub62VI/AAAAAAAAAE4/o4pKueNWExI/s72-c/DSC00098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-8381454964027214057</id><published>2010-12-27T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T06:04:37.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Night # 5 - Conditionality, Karma and Rebirth by Louise</title><content type='html'>The central concept in Buddhism is pratitya samutpada which literally means 'existing on account of arising together', or more simply&amp;nbsp;conditionality. This means that all things come about because of the conditions that surround them. Nothing exists independently we are all interconnected and interdependent on everything around us. For example we in the west have&amp;nbsp;a tendancy to lean towards the&amp;nbsp;scientific an are likely to dismiss anything that doesn't have concrete proof. With this in mind and the people present our study night on karma and rebirth was incredibly heated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma in Buddhism is different to the karma taught in Hinduism, Hindu's believe&amp;nbsp;karma implies whatever ill effects are happening now they are directly linked to past actions. This can lead to a lack of responsilibilty and compassion for social injustice. Karma means action, so the way we act, speak and think have a powerful influence on how we will deal with our future days. This is seen as the right view and is essential to believe in this if you are to be a Buddhist. We always need to take responsibility for any bad thing that may happen to us. We should always think that it may have something to do with our past actions although it does not have anything to do with our karma. This way we will be compassionate to others and try to resolve the conditions put in place for the bad thing to arise. It is this skillfulness that aids us to evolve in a more positive diretion and our lives will be more pleasant. To&amp;nbsp;be content lead to&amp;nbsp;contentment with the world, to be angry&amp;nbsp;leads to anger with the world but&amp;nbsp;it is important to remember that karma has nothing to do with rewards or punishments but simply how we experience things as a reflection of our state of being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are five types of conditionality:-&lt;br /&gt;Physical or inorganic&amp;nbsp;such as&amp;nbsp;earthquakes, tsunami's, other natural disasters.&amp;nbsp;Not collective karma.&lt;br /&gt;Biological&amp;nbsp;such as illnesses,&amp;nbsp;the flu' is caused&amp;nbsp;because of a virus and not past actions.&lt;br /&gt;Psychological&amp;nbsp;as in&amp;nbsp;mental states that are due to past experiences we had no influence over. Not due to karmic choices.&lt;br /&gt;Karmic - Karma Niyama, the&amp;nbsp;effects of ethics which we do have choice over.&lt;br /&gt;Dharmic - Dharma Niyama, some kind of sign that we are heading in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dharma Niyama is worth looking into a bit more closely as the concept makes sense up to a point but after that it can get hazy. I said above that it could be described as a sign that we are heading in the right direction. It might make more&amp;nbsp;sense though if we look at it as an extention of our consciousness. There is so much of&amp;nbsp;our consciousness that&amp;nbsp;we do not understand, do not look to it because we are not aware of how far it can go. If you are practising to any degree then stuff will change and shift. Is this to do with&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;sitting on a cushion and concentrating? Or is&amp;nbsp;it some 'other power' that enters&amp;nbsp;our consciousness to tell us what direction to travel in? This topic&amp;nbsp;was the dominant&amp;nbsp;discussion point in our study night.&amp;nbsp;Our scientific conditioning forces us to look at this in a rational way.&amp;nbsp;In just being still and concentrating gives way to more thoughts&amp;nbsp;to come to us, things that&amp;nbsp;we wouldn't think about&amp;nbsp;normally. What happens on the surface can be quite different from what is going on underneath. Is it more about 'hidden' power and not 'other' power? We are all able to draw something out that we never realised existed. Is it just that we dont know our own minds enough? All of these points try to give us a more&amp;nbsp;tangable explaination as to what happening when we meditate and we,&amp;nbsp;as westerners, feel that is it important to be able to explain these processes and to be able to have control over it. To imagine&amp;nbsp;purity&amp;nbsp;is to&amp;nbsp;assimilate purity but if this purity exists as some 'other' power&amp;nbsp;that comes to&amp;nbsp;you this&amp;nbsp;could be&amp;nbsp;seen as&amp;nbsp;disenpowering as it hasn't happened through your own efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to note that eastern cultures hold the imagination with much more majesty then we do. They ascibe much more weight to dreams and visions as being something that it worth more of our attention. Stories and myths are also held with more attention as a way to teach but&amp;nbsp;are these just metaphors for rational explainations&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;are they&amp;nbsp;something real, an&amp;nbsp;'other world' thing? Is it our scientific conditioning that says that we can't understand what could be miraculous or is it the 5000 year old view that&amp;nbsp;does not&amp;nbsp;understand that miracles do not happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It terms of Buddhism and as I have mentioned many times before, finding the middle way could give you the answer. As the thrid fetter states, rites and rituals are a means to an end and not an end in itself. Eventually we all have to give ourselves up to something bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebirth (which is closely linked to Karma) again differs to how it is understood in&amp;nbsp;Hinduism. It is&amp;nbsp;believed in Hinduism&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;an unchanging soul passes from vessel to vessel by way&amp;nbsp;of punishment or reward for good or bad actions. The Buddhist take on this is that there is a constantly changing stream of engery that is shaped and transformed by the lives it lives and actions it takes. It is merely a continuation of a process.&amp;nbsp;Ideas of rebirth are difficult for westerners to grasp hold of because, as i said before, there is no concrete proof&amp;nbsp; of it. This is a part of many westerners conditioning and maybe it is important to believe in those things that we cannot fully understand. &lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four different types of karma:-&lt;br /&gt;Weighty karma - something that has a major impact on us and others which leads to a&amp;nbsp;strong effect on our&amp;nbsp;emotions such as meditation.&lt;br /&gt;Death-proximate (near death) karma&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;these are actions&amp;nbsp;that will have an effect on our rebirth as they are performed&amp;nbsp;when close to death.&lt;br /&gt;Habital karma - Something we do regularly without noticing but eventually will build up to something massive.&lt;br /&gt;Residual karma -&amp;nbsp;which is basically everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victims of habitual&amp;nbsp;karma&amp;nbsp;will not challenge or change these habits&amp;nbsp;because due to the habital nature of it&amp;nbsp;there is a&amp;nbsp;lack of&amp;nbsp;awareness of what is happening. In this culture there are many victims of this&amp;nbsp;due to many vague and halfhearted&amp;nbsp;sets of beliefs&amp;nbsp;this leads to&amp;nbsp;us having a&amp;nbsp;fatalistic,&amp;nbsp;'why me', attitude and&amp;nbsp;a sense&amp;nbsp;no control.&amp;nbsp;The media is a good example of this as constant bombardment of negative news stories and advertisments is bound to have an effect on our inner being. Legal systems and social etiquette are some others. These prevail in our society and questions of 'what are my rights?' can be heard all over. We can spend our lives fulfilling social positions and still not get what is needed.&amp;nbsp;It is so&amp;nbsp;easy to&amp;nbsp;hide behind the media or law&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;we have gone from blaming God for our problems to blaming other people, "there must be a reason for this happening, I must find the agent behind why this is happening and once I find them I will inflict my pain onto them in some way". By throwing yourself into Buddhsim and throwing out vague beliefs and the TV will help in understanding why these bad things happen. How we think creates our experience if we constantly believe that we are living in a harsh and hostile environment then this is what we will get back. It maybe that there is no choice over what thoughts may arise but what is important is how you deal with those thoughts. If you feel like you maybe losing control and you panic because of this then control will fall away more rapidily, but if you keep calm, you are more likely to come through it unscathed. Consciousness grows and changes and thoughts are just a part of the experience. What we do in this life does have consequences after we die and our ego's would love for us to live on and on and on but ego will also say that it will be you as you are now that gets reborn and this is simply not the case in Buddhism. Frstly to gain Enlightenment you must let go of the self and ego, and&amp;nbsp;secondly we are constantly changing beings. What we are when we are born is not what we are when we die. It is not necessary to believe in rebirh if you are a Buddhist. Whether you believe in panning lives or whether you live on a moment to moment basis, either is ok as long as each moment has your full attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-8381454964027214057?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8381454964027214057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/study-night-5-conditionality-karma-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/8381454964027214057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/8381454964027214057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/study-night-5-conditionality-karma-and.html' title='Study Night # 5 - Conditionality, Karma and Rebirth by Louise'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-438356101049387289</id><published>2010-12-23T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T07:20:49.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wonders of the internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linky links'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dharmalife magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Link Love</title><content type='html'>And so here is another installment in the saga of my internet addiction! I am really trying to not just browse mindlessly, unaware of time passing by, but to search out subjects that I think will expand my mind and get my thoughts racing and jumping about, making new connections and helping me grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dharmalife.com/"&gt;DharmaLife&lt;/a&gt; magazine was published and archived by the FWBO, and online has a selection of articles from each edition. Sadly it has stopped being published, which I am upset by as yesterday afternoon I devoured many of the articles they had online, and want to read more! Favourites include &lt;a href="http://www.dharmalife.com/issue26/interview.html"&gt;Sangharakshita&lt;/a&gt; talking about his current life and his legacy, I find it fascinating to think that I am part of a movement that is still in its early stages and that the guy who started it all is still alive! We can ask him questions and talk to him! It just makes it all seem so much more open and relevant, less intimidating and less rigid. I think I would quite like to meet Sangharakshita, but I have no idea what I would say or ask, I think maybe I want to meet him so that I know he's real? I dont know. Anyway, my other favourite article is &lt;a href="http://www.dharmalife.com/issue26/stillness.html"&gt;Lalitaraja's&lt;/a&gt; piece on the links between dance and meditation - I love dance meditation with all my heart, it is a really good way into meditation for me, it really gets me going in a way no other meditation has done so...yet! I did Jewels Wingfield's Ecstatic Dance at Buddhafield 2009 and then went to both of the ones she did at Buddhafield 2010, and more recently, the newly ordained Diajyoti held a dance meditation session at the Buddhafield Team Retreat at Easterbrook which was amazing! Hopfully she will be doing more of these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spiritcloth.typepad.com/spirit_cloth/"&gt;Sewing as meditation&lt;/a&gt;. This site is a scrapbook/notebook/record of one woman's creation of cloth, by hand from other scraps. She calls it 'slowcloth', where the process of making it is just as important as the finnished piece. Each cloth tells a story, has a story sewn into it, and this site beautifully tracks the process. I was taught to sew at an early age, and though I never really connected with it when I was younger, in the past year or so I have become closer to it, and find it very peaceful and meditative. This woman inspires me - I hope one day I will have a little studio in the woods just like her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heyheyitsyourfeastday.blogspot.com/"&gt;I love poetry&lt;/a&gt;. This woman writes a poem a day, and they are all so beautiful. They are full of space, and I find that after I read one I need to take a few minutes to be in the poem, to understand it, and take it in. A really meditative experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/ghosts-of-world-war-ii-paris-6"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; modern photos and archived photos of the Second World War are combined to, in the words of the creator, 'show the horrors of war to people so that  it can help prevent wars again'. These photos are fascinating and at the same time haunting and horrifying, showing, for example, the combination of laughing tourists taking photos of the Eiffel Tower, while a sepia tinted Adolf Hitler and officers pose malevelently in the background. It sends a shudder down my spine, but also brings me back to the idea that we need to be aware of what is happening, and not happening, in the world so that we can try to make sure nothing like that ever happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/homeless-street-art-10-pieces"&gt;Everything passes away&lt;/a&gt;, even art. This links to pictures of street art in Paris, taped to walls around the city these cardboard pieces are free to whoever wants to take them, be it the wind, rain or people. It's a good lesson in letting go I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope there's something there to interest you :-)&lt;br /&gt;Any recommendations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ruth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-438356101049387289?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/438356101049387289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/link-love_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/438356101049387289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/438356101049387289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/link-love_23.html' title='Link Love'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-4782904451788956791</id><published>2010-12-20T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:06:39.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Night # 4 - A Foundation Knowledge of the Dharma, by Louise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Much of this study night relates to other study nights we had here at Trevince and many more of them will become interlinked as they go on. This weeks study was on the Dharma and this is inextricably linked to the ideas stated in 'The Truth of Cause and Effect' and 'Enlightenment' posts we published in November. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We read from extracts of Sangharakshita's book 'What is the Dharma'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In short the Dharma means Truth. In Sanskrit it can mean many things but truth is the most relevant and understandable explanation of the word. It is not useful though to pin this word down to a single meaning as it varies throughout the various Buddhist traditions and cultures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So many a better explaination of the word Dharma is whatever helps humans to transcend their present limited state&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The 4 noble truths - (see &lt;a href="http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/study-night-1-truth-of-cause-and-effect.html"&gt;Study Night #1&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;1) Human existence just involves suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;2) Cause of suffering is that we want things to be other then as they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;3) There is an end to suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;4) This is to follow the&amp;nbsp;eight fold path (or the three fold way which consists of Ethics, Meditation and Wisdom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- provide us with a framework for understanding the Dharma and how to follow it, what is stated above and enhanced on in the &lt;a href="http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/study-night-1-truth-of-cause-and-effect.html"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/study-night-1-truth-of-cause-and-effect.html"&gt;ight&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/study-night-1-truth-of-cause-and-effect.html"&gt;fold path&lt;/a&gt; are the ideas of having a 'right view' on life. They are helpful in keeping us on the right track and our practise heading off in the right direction. If we do not follow this then our lives will continue to follow the unconscious and unquestioned beliefs and values that make up our conditioning. This will go unchallenged and therefore never we will reach nirvana and we will stay in a state of dissatisfaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The first truth is possibly why Buddhism is said to have bad name because it basically states that all life is suffering, a better way to describe this is that&amp;nbsp;there is always something missing or better still dukkha&amp;nbsp;(which can be translated to uncomfortable, uneasy or ill-fitting). What is important to remember about Buddhism is that is honest, it puts it plain and simply about how life can be better. If satisfaction does exist in life as it is normally lived then there would be no craving, but there is craving and the constant notion that something is always missing. Happiness is good but it cannot be relied on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Dukkha was spoken about in Ruth's post about &lt;a href="http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/study-night-2-enlightenment-by-ruth.html"&gt;Enlightenment&lt;/a&gt; but knowing about it in terms of Dharma I can go into more depth:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;The suffering that comes from living with an impermanent body and living within a hostile environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;The suffering that comes from not getting the things we like and having to make do with those that we do not like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;The suffering of change, happiness does not last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Suffering that arises from general dissatisfaction at whatever situation as long as we are not fulfilling our spiritual potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;The second noble truth states that the origin of dukkha is craving. We are constantly craving our world to be a certain way but as the world is constantly changing then all this is doing is leading to unhappiness. There is a difference between a healthy desire for something such as a need to quench you thirst or for friendship but these are very different from the craving for a chocolate bar or the latest fashion accessory. Craving ultimately just distracts us from realising our full spiritual potential. On a more extreme level, craving is just a 'result of our deluded obsession with ourselves. Things to remember are that life is full inescapable sufferings, as soon as you are born you start to die, there is sickness, old age and all other ailments that come with having an impermanent body. To transcend this suffering we must look inside ourselves and turn our negative states into positive ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;The third noble truth takes a more positive look at life. Our suffering is based on our conditioning. All the events that have happened before leads us to where we are now. To over come, understand our conditioning / limitations and then to transcend it will be our end to suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;The fourth noble truth helps us to understand how we can overcome our suffering by following the&lt;a href="http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/study-night-1-truth-of-cause-and-effect.html"&gt; noble Eightfold path&lt;/a&gt;. The Eightfold path is basically saying is that if we follow the precepts more deeply and be aware and mindful at all times, if we keep ourselves positive, meditate and follow the Dharma then we will crave less and therefore suffer less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Is being dissatisfied with current state of awareness a bad thing? Rejoice in your happiness when you are feeling it. Accept the sadness and be  with it. Whether this is a cruel or beautiful world depends on your vision. Actions  are determined by how you respond to how you feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;"Circumstances such as illness or good fortune come and go, but what lingers with us are internal conditions. If we have peace of mind, we can weather through the rough patches, but guilt, hatred or depression will cloud the brightest day. A millionaire or a king can be beset with worry and mistrust, but a property-less monk can dwell in ease and fulfillment. Suffering and the cessation of suffering live in our minds and our hearts." ~Theravadin monk Ajahn Sucitto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Simple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Next Time.. Karma and Rebirth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-4782904451788956791?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4782904451788956791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/study-night-4-foundation-knowledge-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/4782904451788956791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/4782904451788956791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/study-night-4-foundation-knowledge-of.html' title='Study Night # 4 - A Foundation Knowledge of the Dharma, by Louise'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-6556742861354410357</id><published>2010-12-16T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T02:32:08.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retreats interconnectedness and abundance even in winter.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permaculture'/><title type='text'>10 Memories in 15 Minutes, by Louise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQeyi4mXR_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tFRsF9EWYIc/s1600/SL372363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQeyi4mXR_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tFRsF9EWYIc/s320/SL372363.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the best 'get to know you' exercises I have come across is one that Vidyadasi introduced me to at the Buddhafield Broadhembury work retreat on the 6th to the 10th of December. The retreatants were a handful of cafe crew and a handful of retreats crew so it was cosy and I have come away with a greater understanding and greater respect of each person that I work with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The idea of the exercise is that in 15 minutes you must write down 10 memories starting from that very moment and work backwards throughout your life and note down the first 10 things that pop into your mind. Then each person involved has 45 minutes to talk about their memories starting from the earliest. Not only does this give you 45 minutes of of beautiful stories to listen to but also an insight into the state of mind of that person and as to why they chose those memories to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So background over, here are my 10 memories to give you a shapshot of the Broadhembury work retreat and all the joys it gave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frost Crystals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQeyYfoXtyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ja0fyA0hYtE/s1600/SL372377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQeyYfoXtyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ja0fyA0hYtE/s200/SL372377.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was cold at Broadhembury. The snow hadn't melted from the flurry the week before and everything was freezing anew each night.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Even the most delicate things were standing up strong to the cold as each blade of grass to massive oak in the exposed areas of the land had at least 5mm of ice crystals parading themselves along each each twig, along each stem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQewf1p3hEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/davWTYv2CL4/s1600/SL372359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQewf1p3hEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/davWTYv2CL4/s200/SL372359.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being Back the in Woods&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQe0kF2YK3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/GhzUrPgL7fc/s1600/SL372366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQe0kF2YK3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/GhzUrPgL7fc/s200/SL372366.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love being in the woods, I remember as a child taking our dog for a walk in some woodlands near where we lived and always being overtaken with a sense of adventure and discovery but from that point until last October my passion for woodlands and its many inhabitants was hidden from view. It wasn't until I immersed myself in outdoor life and farming through wwoofing and found myself living and working in woodlands that my passions again were found. Now I can't wait to spend time in woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQe1MNuAkYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xdtxg0P1SuU/s1600/SL372368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQe1MNuAkYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xdtxg0P1SuU/s200/SL372368.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQe0ZnnG-RI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2XxVo83z7AY/s1600/SL372374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQe0ZnnG-RI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2XxVo83z7AY/s320/SL372374.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The leaves, the mosses, the birds, the flora and the fauna, the skeletal structures of the trees in winter, everything fascinates me and excites me about the woods and as I have never been to Broadhembury before it made this trip even more important to connect with the land that Buddhafield holds many of its retreats on. It is a stunning place to take time out to reflect, the trees are an aid in finding wisdom and tranquillity.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;A Permaculture Approach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQe1Z4xPYbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4vioUoV96ng/s1600/SL372367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQe1Z4xPYbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4vioUoV96ng/s200/SL372367.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;The work that we did on this retreat was to prepare the ground for the planting of a &lt;a href="http://www.agroforestry.co.uk/"&gt;forest garden&lt;/a&gt;. A forest garden is one of the principles of permaculture whereby the planting of fruit and nuts trees or shrubs exist within the ecosystems of the forest. It creates diversity where&amp;nbsp; companion plants help each other to grow by fixing nitrogen in the ground or deterring pests / attracting predators to name just a few. The creation of a forest garden is done in layers. These layers consist of large deciduous trees or the 'canopy' layer such as chestnuts or oaks, small trees/large shrubs that will be planted in and around the larger trees. Then shrubs that will be alright in the shade, Herbaceous perennials to add to ground cover such as mints, a main ground cover and thereby a natural mulch and the last layer are the roots and fungi. The important part to remember is that all layers consist of edible or medicinal plants thus creating a productive garden containing a wide range of lovely thing to eat or cure or make things with. It is a system that needs to be carefully thought through but after the initial slog to create the garden with all its layers it should be relatively hassle free. So in amongst the a massive patch of gorse (you can just see a bit of it in the picture above) a forest garden will be created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meditation Kitchen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQe0u1aNMFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nd-UDTRlaJY/s1600/SL372356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQe0u1aNMFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nd-UDTRlaJY/s200/SL372356.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I mentioned earlier the retreat was cosy but that was good for keeping warm. We had one dome which was our kitchen and hanging out space (and knitting space for three of us!). For our meditation we had a simple shine placed in the centre of the dome with all of us sitting in a circle around it. It was a movable fluid space that was kept warm and comfortable for the duration of the week. I have been lazy recently in my meditation efforts but I had decided that being on retreat I would make myself do the full meditation programme. After waking up in a very chilly van on Tuesday morning, I ventured out to a sun on the tip of the horizon and carefully found my feet on the ice and walked the short distance to our dome. There everyone was gathered with our simple white shrine with a Buddha and two candles and I settled into the earth to concentrate on my breathing whilst a robin hopped in and out welcomimg us to his home. &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Strong Resilience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worked outside in freezing temperatures before whilst &lt;a href="http://www.wwoof.org.uk/"&gt;wwoofing&lt;/a&gt; and I struggled to keep warm then whilst sleeping in our van. Our van has gone up market since then we have a burner inside so sleeping inside a freezer this time was not a problem. Working in these conditions is good though, even without a burner and sleeping in a tent, to reaffirm your confidence in being able to work and live in freezing temperatures. It is all about seeing the beauty in each day, in each moment, if coldness sets in go find something warm (our dome was really toasty, thanks to Shantikara being our amazing housekeeper!). Physical outdoor work keeps you warm anyway as you are using all your muscles and generating heat that way. Its about thermals, its about wool, its about absorbing energy for the glorious winter sunshine and staying strong to yourself and the others around you. As you hear the sound of bramble leaves crisping up with frost at dusk, it is surprisingly easy to be and enjoy the outdoors in winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gorse Corridors.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea to start our forest garden was to initially make three corridors through the gorse. The gorse patch must have been at least two acres in area so this was a task in itself. It is not a good idea to take away all the trees in one go as the animals that reside there would get confused, having somewhere for them to retreat to for protection is always important when clearing ground. We only wanted to clear enough gorse to make it easier to initially plant and then maintain the trees that will be planted. One corridor that stretches all the way along the bottom of this particular area was to be planted with 100 alder trees which would eventually provide a wind break and protection for the garden. After using hand tools on the first day it was obvious that this would take a while and to make any kind of impact in the time we have so we decided to bring out the chainsaws. By the end of the week there was a network of paths in the gorse for the fruit trees. One of the paths framed a view of two oak trees and the landscape beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Missing Trees Found&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the gorse we came across several birch trees and willow trees that were having to fight for life again the relentless spikes of the gorse. These trees were liberated and being fast growing will provide some of the main structure of the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Spring Like Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the freeze came the thaw. By the Friday the day felt like the first day of spring. The sun was beating down on us and the ice was melting, jumpers discarded and work continued with a renewed vigour &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Bright Star&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last night in this wondrous place whilst brushing our teeth by the van Tom and I happened upon the brightest star in the sky. I haven't ever seen a brighter star. As it twinkled the flashed out chards red, blue and green in the dark night sky. Truly a mesmerising sight as the crescent moon rose above.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQe0_g6v_lI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xObLT5wzE4o/s1600/SL372355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQe0_g6v_lI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xObLT5wzE4o/s320/SL372355.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhafield retreats provide a space where you can really hear. see, smell and touch nature in all its wondrous glory and really connect to the earth  you live on. I really appreciate that this is one of the facets of  Buddhafield as I love to spend my time working and living outdoors and having the freedom to appreciate this Earth is important to me its about the unspoken clarity about the  interconnectedness of us all and the abundance of the place we inhabit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;To read more about Broadhembury please read &lt;a href="http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/sacred-landscape-appeal.html"&gt;Hannah's post on Sacred Landscape Appeal&lt;/a&gt;. She has spent much more time there then I have, there will be more posts by Hannah on this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To experience Broadhembury yourself there is '&lt;a href="http://www.buddhafield.com/index.php?retreats=programme&amp;amp;event=1#programme_item"&gt;Creating a Forest Garden Retreat&lt;/a&gt;'  from the 28th January till the 4th February, there is also a weekend  option. Well worth a look especially if you have been inspired this  post. For more information about Buddhafield whole &lt;a href="http://www.buddhafield.com/index.php?retreats=programme"&gt;retreat programme&lt;/a&gt; follow the link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQe1n7yOw5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/QkUWmEwbMVM/s1600/SL372365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQe1n7yOw5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/QkUWmEwbMVM/s200/SL372365.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-6556742861354410357?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6556742861354410357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-memories-in-15-minutes-by-louise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/6556742861354410357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/6556742861354410357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-memories-in-15-minutes-by-louise.html' title='10 Memories in 15 Minutes, by Louise'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQeyi4mXR_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tFRsF9EWYIc/s72-c/SL372363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-7122820383206786317</id><published>2010-12-13T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T05:32:07.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retreat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><title type='text'>Retreat at TaraLoka: Self on the Page</title><content type='html'>From the 19th to the 26th November I attended a writing retreat at the TaraLoka Women’s Retreat Centre near the north border of Wales, about an hour from Manchester. Having been on team retreats with Buddhafield, and a 10 day silent meditation course at the Vipassana Dharma Dhippa centre, experiences at either end of the spectrum - Team Retreats being quite relaxed, while Vipassana was very disciplined - I wasn’t sure what to expect. The retreat was led by Samantabhadhri, who lives at TaraLoka full time, Kavyasiddhi, a writer whose plays are often heard on Radio 4, and Mumukshu, who I live and work with in the Buddhafield Café. This review just scrapes the surface of my experience at TaraLoka, so many things happened which were truly wonderful, that there is no way I could write them all down. This is just an attempt to share my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TaraLoka is a beautiful retreat centre on the Welsh/Shropshire boarder. In 1985, an old farm and its surrounding land was bought and gradually, a team of women converted it into the beautiful centre that is there today. There is a white community house&amp;nbsp; a way away from the retreat centre in which the retreat team live. The retreat centre itself consists of two buildings, one which contains the shrine room on the ground floor, and above that bedrooms, and the other contains the kitchen, dining room, living room, art room, more bedrooms and a solitary retreat suite. There is a sense of light and space throughout the centre, the room are painted bright colours, there are warm wooden floors and the kitchen is a delight! I wish we had one that size and that well equipped for Trevince! Retreatants all sit together to eat in the large dining room, and there are enough sofas for everyone in the cosy living room. There is a burner at one end which provides a really nice focal point, and we gathered round it every evening for different activities. The centre is surrounded by beautiful gardens which are seen through the windows that seem to be everywhere you look. I feel very privileged to have been there at the time I was, as over the week I was able to watch the change from autumn into winter - the first few days there was no frost, the sun was still really warm and I wandered around outside with no coat. On the third morning I woke to find the world white and silent, the grass was stiff under my feet as I walked to the Tara cabin for morning meditation, and my breath emerged as white smoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical day on retreat was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;7am. I am woken up by another of the retreatants, Chloe, ringing a bell, outside my door which is above the shrine room. It is still dark so I and the other occupants of my room, slowly and sleepily dress and bumble downstairs, across the walkway, stopping to marvel at the stars that are still out, and into the warm dining room. There I make a cup of tea and sit on a sofa , slowly becoming fully coherent, while other retreatants do the same. Apart from the first morning, we are in silence until the first activity at 11am. I enjoy it, it gives me space to start the day and slowly come back to myself, without feeling guilty for ignoring others. &lt;br /&gt;7.30am Morning meditation. I join the beginners meditation, led by Mumukshu, in the Tara Cabin, a small wooden panelled cabin in the grounds of the retreat centre. There is a beautiful shrine, and full length windows that look out onto fields with sheep and woodland. It is so cold that I run and leap across from the house to the cabin in an attempt to preserve my warmth, my feet leaving darker patches in the frozen grass. The other beginners and I leave our shoes outside, exchanging glances that say ‘Isn’t it cold today!’. Once in, we start the session by doing a quick warm up, tapping our bodies all over and shaking ourselves out to get the blood flowing. We sit, and Mumukshu talks about the day’s meditation, we do Mindfulness of Breathing and Metta Bhavana on alternate days. After spending about 40 minutes meditating we each talk about how the meditation went for us, and Mumukshu offers advice and suggestions. It is really good to speak to other beginners about their experiences and realise that I am not the only one to have the problems I do in meditation! About 8.45 we stop, silence resumes and we go back over to the main house. The sun has fully risen by now, and I, full of energy and joy at my beautiful surroundings, cartwheel back over to the house, to the amusement of the people looking out of windows at the right moment.&lt;br /&gt;9.15am. Breakfast! Porridge is made each morning by a retreatant. For the week that we are on retreat we live as a community, meaning each of us signs up for a job every day to help keep the centre running. There is a volunteer cook, Kathy, who makes lovely food all week, but other jobs like cleaning, setting tables, washing up and making breakfast are our responsibility. People take these tasks on with joy, I am offered toast in silence with wide smiles and glints of laughter, and from the washing up area after lunch and dinner peals of laughter ring out. We are in silence until 11am when the writing workshop starts. I love this hour of silence, when people wander from room to room, looking at books, writing, or just sitting. It is so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;11am. We all gather, pens and paper in hand, in the living room, where Kavyasiddhi sits on&amp;nbsp; a chair, ready to tease out of us gems of poems and stories that we didn’t know were hidden inside us. The workshops consist of a number of timed writing exercises, in response to a title or phrase given, a walk outside, or a picture or set of words we choose from a random selection provided by Kavyasiddhi. At first she says we aren’t going to share, which makes it a lot easier to write, I’ve never shared my writing with anyone before, and it was this aspect of the retreat that I was most worried about. Kavyasiddhi works us into it slowly, only asking for volunteers to share after a few preliminary exercises.&amp;nbsp; At the start only a few of us share, reading out in small voices, heads buried in our papers, but by the end of the week we are all sharing our work, heads up, smiling round at the group that has held us all through the experience. We write on a wide variety of different subjects, yet the thing that surprises me is that, even if while writing I don’t think I’m writing about myself, when I read it back, I see exploration and sometimes resolution, of issues or ideas or problems I have been thinking about.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;1.15pm. Lunch is served, and we sit round the dining tables discussing the writing session, our respective lives outside the centre and a myriad of things in between. Everyone is so open and honest, understanding and supportive. After lunch we have free time until group meetings later on. Now is when closer relationships within the group are formed. The writing sessions and the openness within them serve to cement us as a group, but it is the walks together round the site, the washing up sessions that take all afternoon, the cups of tea shared on a sofa, the secret discovery of biscuits in a tin in the cupboard, that create closer bonds of friendships that will last beyond this retreat. &lt;br /&gt;4.30pm. We each have signed up for one of three groups, each led by a retreat leader. I am in Samantabhadhri’s group, along with Linda, Helen, Janine and Amitashuri. It is a mix of people I know and don‘t know: Amitrashuri was a shift co-ordinator in the pancake tent at Buddhafield Festival 2010, as was I, and Janine worked on my shift at my first Buddhafield festival in 2009. It was a surprise to see her here, we became close at Buddhafield 2009, and then I got off the train at Whitstable to find her in the same taxi as me - what a lovely surprise! It really brought home to me how much everything has changed for me - when I first met her I was very unhappy, working a job I didn’t like, full of worry, closed up and wanting to change but not knowing how. In contrast, in the year and a half since I met her I’ve completely transformed my life and myself and am happier that I ever thought I could be. &lt;br /&gt;In our group we use the time to have an extended check in. A check in is where you sit in a circle, and, after a few minutes of silence, go round the circle, each person saying a little bit about how they are feeling, what has gone on for them that day, if they have any problems that they would like to express, or anything they would like to rejoice in. Each morning at Trevince we do this, and it is a really useful tool when living in a community, it helps you act more compassionately towards yourself and others, and brings you closer together as a group. I really enjoyed our group, it was smaller than the others and I felt this helped us have a really safe, held space. I felt truly listened to and understood.&amp;nbsp; I am really grateful for the people in the group, for their strength and willingness to listen and accept everything each of us said. It was a really powerful experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;6.30pm. Dinner is served, and again, people sit around after chatting and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;7.45pm. Each night is something different: a couple of sessions consist of us sharing inspiring poetry that we or other have written, and in other sessions each retreat leader speaks. Mumukshu introduces a poem by Charles Bukowski called bluebird, which is about creativity, and suggests that we all use the art room to make a bluebird to use in the closing ritual at the end of the week. Kavyasiddhi tells us how she got into writing, and speaks compellingly about ‘the thread’ that is the path that we follow, that might be unknown and scary but that we can’t help following because we know it’s right. This really resonates with me, I feel really strongly that Buddhafield and Buddhism is my thread, I’ve never felt a pull this strong towards anything, and it has been something I’ve thought a lot about this summer. It’s good to hear someone else talking about it. Samantabhadhri also talks about her relationship with words, speaking about her ambitions to be a writer and sharing some of her writing with us. &lt;br /&gt;8.30pm. Puja time! Having been brought up a Jehovah‘s Witness, and being told from a very early age that worshipping an image and participating in ritual&amp;nbsp; is completely utterly wrong, and something which will stop you from living forever in paradise on earth, I’ve had quite a struggle to be able to join in puja’s and appreciate them. It’s something I still struggle with. I’ve done very few puja’s before now, and never a seven fold puja every night for a week! It’s a very emotional experience for me, especially when I watch people making offerings, and recite the admittance of faults. The shrine space is really striking, and I felt a connection with the rupa, which I really enjoyed and was grateful for. Something clicked in my head to make it all make sense to me. I realised that the image of the Buddha is not an idol, we are not worshipping the image itself, which is what Jehovah’s Witnesses prohibit, but what it symbolises. It is symbolic of a state to aspire to. I look at the rupa and see someone to look up to, as I would look up to my parents, or a teacher, or someone I respect, I see someone who has set an example that I can strive to follow and be like. It’s so hard to put this all into words! &lt;br /&gt;Hearing 30 or so women all chanting together, and listening to the Heart Sutra being recited was very moving and really affected me, each night it reduced me to tears. After the puja we went into silence over night. This was so good for me too, each puja had such an effect me that I wasn’t really capable of talking, I just needed to be alone with my thoughts, and feel the space inside me that the puja helped create.&lt;br /&gt;On the last night as part of the closing ritual we all gave the blue birds we had made as offerings to the shrine, hanging them from a line draped across the shrine space. It was truly amazing to see this solid symbol of all our efforts to release our inner creativity and to use that in way to benefit ourselves and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQlEnEdVESI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_soIwkJz2H8/s1600/75372_10150107570058033_665478032_7390788_2518037_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQlEnEdVESI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_soIwkJz2H8/s400/75372_10150107570058033_665478032_7390788_2518037_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Photo with much thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/amitashuri"&gt;Amitashuri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last morning, we all meditated together in the shrine room, doing a group Metta Bhavana. This was possibly the most intense experience of the retreat for me. We sat and did the first stage, and then, in turn Samantabhadhri, who led the meditation side of the retreat, named us all in turn, and as each person was named we concentrated our Metta on them. Going into it I felt quite blasé about it, I didn’t think that I would feel much as I find Metta Bhavana the hardest practise, but I really did! I felt so much love and warmth from everyone in the room, it really moved me. Afterwards I felt like Tigger! I had so much energy and love that I literally had to bounce around and do cartwheels to express it. I was sorry to leave, and to see the group of women who I felt such a connection with disperse, but I guess it’s another lesson in being able to let things go, and understanding that I can’t hold onto things because they will always fade and change. I came away from the retreat feeling renewed and refreshed and even more sure that following this thread is what I must, and will continue to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to thank Buddhafield for this chance to go on retreat, there is no way I could have gone on it without their help. I’d also like to thank Abbie for pointing it out to me and persuading me to go after I saw that I’d have to share my writing and immediately ran away from it! I’d like to thank Rosie and Mumukshu&amp;nbsp; for being there with me and last but not least, I’d like to thank all the wonderful amazing women who were part of the retreat - big sardu to you all guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ruth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-7122820383206786317?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7122820383206786317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/retreat-at-taraloka-self-on-page.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/7122820383206786317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/7122820383206786317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/retreat-at-taraloka-self-on-page.html' title='Retreat at TaraLoka: Self on the Page'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TQlEnEdVESI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_soIwkJz2H8/s72-c/75372_10150107570058033_665478032_7390788_2518037_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-5465688736933472360</id><published>2010-12-09T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T03:46:30.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing interesting things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wonders of the internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><title type='text'>Link Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Late posting this week! Louise is on a work retreat at Broadhembury, with no phone signal or internet, and I have just returned from the depths of Wales (Aberystwyth to be precise) where I had no phone charger and no internet. Thus, Tuesday's post was missed, and today's post will be short but sweet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't know about any of you but I am an unashamed internet addict and I end up reading a lot of random websites, I thought I'd share a few that are of a more Buddhist nature. If anyone else has any gems they would like to spread the word about, send them to blog@buddhafield.com please, and this could become a bit more regular!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thxthxthx.com/"&gt;Be thankful&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for something, everyday! This website consists of notes of thanks to things in the author's life, from irreverent notes to the plastic bag on the pavement to notes about facing the realities of life. I laugh out loud most times I read this!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themindfulist.com/"&gt;Be mindful&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;every second of every day. This website contains prompts on specific things to try to be mindful of each day, some are fairly obvious, but other tips have really made me think, such as&amp;nbsp;'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;What would a day without competition be like for you? Spend a day with no competing with yourself or others.'. At school I was fairly competetive in sports, and I've never thought about it since leaving 6 years ago but reading that tip made me really understand that all the time, inside, I'm competing with an ideal of a perfect Ruth, and my self doubt and dislike come, partly at least, from that competativeness inside me. Something to work on I think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/3047291.stm"&gt;It's nice when science backs up what we know already!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Scientists have carried out tests and now have evidence that meditating makes you happier, I could have told them that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Finally, I'd like to share a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/joker1974/2254964516/"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt; I found which I really love. For me it really illustrates the idea of the many faces and aspects of the Buddha, and how though we are all different, we are also very much the same :-).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed this post, I'll be posting again soon with a review of my retreat at Tara Loka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Love Ruth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-5465688736933472360?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5465688736933472360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/link-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/5465688736933472360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/5465688736933472360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/link-love.html' title='Link Love'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-5984242788080311591</id><published>2010-12-03T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T05:46:34.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sacred Landscape appeal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;* Stop Press*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The are three exciting events coming up in aid of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Buddhafield's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Sacred Landscape appeal. We only have around £15,000 before Frog Mill is fully paid off so if you can, support these events and have a great time whilst doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sat 4th Dec 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yorkshire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Film and curry night near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hebden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Bridge Call Karen on 07765 022702&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Fri 10th Dec 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sussex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Band on a Boat! Party on a house boat near Brighton www.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;justgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;padma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-pani0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sat 11th Dec 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;London:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; A musical night with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vilasamani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; at the West London Buddhist Center www.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;justgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dharmachari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vilasamani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPjlk6Qzb1I/AAAAAAAAADw/FitHbqUBFzM/s1600/imm007_N7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPjlk6Qzb1I/AAAAAAAAADw/FitHbqUBFzM/s400/imm007_N7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Broadhembury: Dandelion/forget-me-not double exposure&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hannah Phillips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Buddhafield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;owns two pieces of land, both of them in Devon. One is is West Devon and is near the village of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Broadhembury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;, the other, Frog Mill is in Dartmoor National Park. They are very different&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;environments each with their own distinct qualities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Broadhembury&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a wild and beautiful 25 acres of woodland and wetland on a sloped hillside. There are natural springs, bluebell woods, ancient woodland, an ash plantation, a Douglas Fir plantation and gorse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;At&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Broadhembury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;we are now integrating the magic of our retreats with the challenge of practicing sustainable land use in a real and long term way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The dawn chorus in May is the loudest and most amazing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ever heard in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the tawny owls in February looking for mates, hooting and calling, landing on tree branches just above tents is simply stunning to witness- and be woken by!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Buddhafield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;won 3 acres of land at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Broadhembury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in a competition about ten years ago and when the surrounding land came up for sale, the collective bought it and set about creating drainage ditches and flat&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;spots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;for camping. It is a well loved piece of land that is often described as 'challenging'- particularly when it is wet. The shrine tent is usually up in the woods which is a good ten minute hike from the 'hearth' area on the terraces where the kitchen and tea tents are so, if it's wet,&amp;nbsp;retreatants&amp;nbsp;are pretty much guaranteed to experience the full extent of the changing British weather. It is what makes&amp;nbsp;Broadhembury&amp;nbsp;such a special place.&amp;nbsp;Buddhafield's&amp;nbsp;own wilderness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPjlLO0TniI/AAAAAAAAADs/3Y_mwvTGPL8/s1600/imm028_N28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPjlLO0TniI/AAAAAAAAADs/3Y_mwvTGPL8/s400/imm028_N28.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Broadhembury&amp;nbsp;apple blossom and ash double exposure Hannah Phillips&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPjlk6Qzb1I/AAAAAAAAADw/FitHbqUBFzM/s1600/imm007_N7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPjlk6Qzb1I/AAAAAAAAADw/FitHbqUBFzM/s1600/imm007_N7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPjnN8jr9yI/AAAAAAAAAD8/C6UuqdIhigY/s1600/imm030_N30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPjnN8jr9yI/AAAAAAAAAD8/C6UuqdIhigY/s400/imm030_N30.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around Broadhembury&amp;nbsp;cow double exposure Hannah Phillips&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPjwY84ofYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FH-c0RE_Hps/s1600/515768_005_31A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPjwY84ofYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FH-c0RE_Hps/s400/515768_005_31A.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;Broadhembury&amp;nbsp;hot tub:&amp;nbsp;Shantikara&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;Lomo&amp;nbsp;fisheye&amp;nbsp;lens Hannah Phillips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Trees planted at Broadhembury, Devon" height="400" src="http://www.buddhafield.com/multimedia/images/broadhemburyNewTrees.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-color: rgb(130, 160, 10); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Broadhembury new trees Vidyadasi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frog Mill&lt;/b&gt; is a gentler site of 17 acres in Dartmoor National park. It consists of several fields&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;with thick established hedgerows and trees and a river, the&amp;nbsp;Blackaton&amp;nbsp;Brook, dividing the site and has views of some of the craggy Tors of&amp;nbsp;Dartmoor. The river is home to kingfisher, dippers and spawns salmon and is the life blood of the land. The children LOVE it and it is their watery playground when they come on retreat. The site is large enough, and has enough flat space to hold our larger retreat events, such as the Family Friendly retreat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our aim for this tranquil site is to develop a magical and safe environment, providing the opportunity for adults and children to experience connection&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;with a beautiful piece of land, hopefully for many years into the future. We are looking into various kinds of tree planting, including an organic orchard, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;coppice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;for fuel and wildlife habitat. Taking on this project has been a leap of faith for us: In 2006 we borrowed £85,000 to buy the land and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;we wish to wholeheartedly thank all who have contributed £65,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to our&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddhafield.com/index.php?land=fundraising" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Land Appeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPjhLeQTflI/AAAAAAAAADo/eN44AS6fm0E/s1600/padmapaniPositiveFilm001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPjhLeQTflI/AAAAAAAAADo/eN44AS6fm0E/s200/padmapaniPositiveFilm001.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frog Mill and the Blackaton Brook Padmapani&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The stream running through Frog Mill, Dartmoor" height="200" src="http://www.buddhafield.com/multimedia/images/frogMillStream.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-color: rgb(130, 160, 10); border-top-style: solid; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frog Mill Padmapani&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As part of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Buddhafield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; vision we are drawn to nature as the primary context for our life and practice — to the beauty of the natural world, to the living experience of interconnectedness it gives us, to the ancient sacred sites and landscapes around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Therefore we wish to create sanctuaries and shrines, for our own and others' benefit; to live simply and to live lightly on the land, using appropriate technology and exemplifying best practice in all that we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Owning this land means that our larger retreats have a site that can be developed for their needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on the design for Broadhembury got underway during the winter of 2004, and continues. Work on the land will be an integral part of at least one&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddhafield.com/index.php?retreats=programme" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Buddhafield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Retreat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;each season. Out of a desire for the well being not only of humankind but also animals, birds and the earth itself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Buddhafield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; is taking a leading role in developing an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;eco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-Buddhist culture in this country.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In 2004 we employed the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;permaculturalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Phil Corbett to carry out a survey at Broadhembury. Following this consultation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dharmamrta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; developed a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;permaculture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; design for the land, which includes planting trees for firewood and for fruit; creating terraces to provide flat land for camping, and planting hedges for shelter and privacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If anyone wants to help us to fully own Frog Mill in the next few months then &lt;b&gt;'Be 1 of the 150! &lt;/b&gt;Contact me, Hannah on hannahaha15@hotmail.com or call me on 0781 449 6070.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Posted by Hannah Phillips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-5984242788080311591?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5984242788080311591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/sacred-landscape-appeal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/5984242788080311591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/5984242788080311591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/sacred-landscape-appeal.html' title='The Sacred Landscape appeal'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPjlk6Qzb1I/AAAAAAAAADw/FitHbqUBFzM/s72-c/imm007_N7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-2452964324828791779</id><published>2010-12-02T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T08:00:24.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Om Ah Hum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart Sutra'/><title type='text'>Ritual and Devotion in Buddhism - by Louise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Within Buddhism there is a connection with beauty and this beauty is used to delve to the depths of our emotions and connect that with our spirituality. Although it may seem like there is much rationality going on to understand why we are how we are, our conditionality, there are structures in place that will immerse you completely in beautiful sights, sounds and smells to aid in emotional understanding. The most rife time that this happens are in the Pujas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The  ultimate aim of a Puja is 'a preparation for the arising of the  Bodhichitta, the will or aspiration for the enlightenment of all  beings' but the common aim of a Puja is to state &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;a "shared value, expressive of common strivings, rooted in common values"(Erich Fromm) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;with the group or spiritual community (a Sangha) you are with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Pujas are a  devotional practise whereby a Sangha  will come together to meditate, recite, chant and give offerings to the  Buddha. It is a powerful practise that demands full concentration and  will help in understanding your emotional happenings. By understanding  these emotional happenings they can be integrated into everyday life  helping you to be more harmonious as a person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;It is to move your self-knowledge and integrate it into your being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The centrepiece of a Puja is the shrine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;in  which a Buddha or Bodhisattva sits proudly. The shrine will be adorned  with flowers, candles and incense which acts as our offerings to that  particular Buddha figure and our commitment to Enlightenment. The incense and candlelight also acts as a softener and preparation for you to look deeper into yourself. It is a wondrous thing to see candle light reflected in the Buddha figures eyes as he looks down proudly at all that you have to offer. To hear the rise and fall of a choir of voices all chanting a mantra together and to feel the vibrations coming from your own voice and of those voices near to you creates such a unifying energy about the room. It is hard not be to moved by such a practise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; The sevenfold Puja consists of a series of verses that have been condensed down from a longer set called the Bohdicaryavatara, written by Santideva in the 8th Century CE. The content of the sevenfold Puja consists of&amp;nbsp; seven sections which are entitled Worship, Salutation, Going for Refuge, Confession of Faults, Rejoicing in Merits, Entreaty and Supplication and Transference of Merits and Self Surrender. Each one of these sections follows the flow of life in general and all the ups and downs that everyone comes across. Condensed into a bubble of ritual it encapsulates what is required of us throughout our lifetimes and each is is a perfect little teaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;First we worship, we offer to the Buddha earthly and heavenly possessions as an appreciation of the teaching he has given us. We know that we are still far off becoming Enlightened so we pay salutation and respect to these teachings and the ideals. The combination of these first two sections drive our need to go for refuge, by using our determination we close the gap by allowing ourselves to 'become the Buddha, follow the Dharma and practise in harmony with others'. After making this commitment we confess our faults which is an acknowledgement of our unskillful ways which we must overcome. Once confession is over we rejoice in the three jewels and what they give to us. We still need help though and in entreaty and supplication we ask for it not just for ourselves but for the world throughout the ages. Lastly we transfer our merits to each other and for all the world, my merits "I give up without regard to myself, for the benefit of all beings".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As Ruth and I mentioned in our post about the Easterbrook weekend Abie lead her first Puja. It is a tradition in Buddhism that the person who has been on the path the longest leads the Puja and so it was that out of the six of us the conditions where perfect for Abie to be our guru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We asked her if she would write a bit about how it went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"I'm not sure I really lead the puja; we all seemed to be leading it at the same time, such was the way the weekend unfolded, but I just said the words first! It was the first time I'd done such a thing, but it felt very natural, a quality which feels quite precious to me. I loved hearing our voices as women, speaking together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; At the end of the Team Retreat in October, Lou, Ruth and myself lovingly cleaned the shrine candles sticks and adornments together. From that, came a great discussion and series of questions, 'What does Om, Ah, Hum mean, and why do we say it when we salute the shrine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; I didn't really answer that very well, but it's been very good to ponder upon, and turn over in my mind. In trying to connect with this over the years, I have made my own simple visualization during saluting the shrine that I find connects me to a bigger, mythical level before sitting on the cushions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; I was also reminded of an Amogasiddhi retreat at Rivendell 10 years ago, where we had a very simple, but profound ritual in which about 30 of us chanted Om, Ah, Hum over and over and over as a vajra was passed around the shrine room; we each put it to our head, throat and heart. Afterwards, I felt completely aligned and grounded- perhaps the most I've ever felt from any ritual! I think it's a profound practise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As modest as Abie is I was very moved by the simplicity that adorned her Puja. The Om Ah Hum chant was really effective in that I could really imagine my voice going up in the universe, around my body and the world and right down in the ground, rooting me to that spot. Puja's for me are a way of breaking through my Christian conditioning of my tendency to deify the Buddha. I feel grounded in myself, Buddhism and the world. Being amongst people that are doing the same thing and striving for that common end makes for a very uplifting and powerful event. By reading up about ritual in Buddhism it has really connected me to why we say what we say and why it is important. I read Sangharakashita's 'Ritual and Devotion in Buddhism, An Introduction' to express what a Puja is in more detail and post it up here for you all to read. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Alongside  the seven verses mentioned above we also recite the Heart Sutra (which I have written  out in full below), This is not talked about in the book I read and I feel that this, along with the Transference of Merit to be the most powerful and beautiful verse in the Puja. It is a verse in which we lay bare all things that we  must realise in our lives and a teaching of what we must overcome and understand in order to gain Enlightenment. I am not saying that I fully understand all that is written in this verse or that I even adhere to all of its teaching yet but as a thing to look over every now and then I find to be a very useful as a reminder of what I am working towards. It even renders me breathless at times to think of the impact of the words and the effect they have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I thought to have it at the end of this post is the best way to draw to a close, something for you to ponder on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Heart Sutra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Bodhisattva of compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When he meditated deeply,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Saw the emptiness of all five skandhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And sundered the bonds that caused him suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Here then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Form is no other than emptiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Emptiness no other then form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Form is only emptiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Emptiness only form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Feeling, thought, and choice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Consciousness itself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Are the same as this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;All things are the primal void,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Which is not born or destroyed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nor is it stained or pure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nor do they wax or wane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So, in emptiness, no form,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No feeling, thought, or choice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nor is there consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, mind;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No colour, sound, smell, taste, or touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Or what the mind takes hold of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nor even act of sensing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No ignorance or end of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nor all that comes of ignorance;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No withering, no death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No end of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nor is there pain, or cause of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Or cease in pain, or noble path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;to lead from pain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Not even wisdom to attain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Attainment too is emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So know that the Bodhisattva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Holding to nothing whatever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But dwelling in Prajna wisdom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Is freed of delusive hindrance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Rid of the fear bred by it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And reaches clearest nirvana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;All Buddhas of past and present,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Buddhas of future time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Using this Prajna wisdom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Come to full and perfect vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Here then the great dharani,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The radiant peerless mantra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Prajnaparamita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Whose words allay all pain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hear and believe its truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-2452964324828791779?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2452964324828791779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/ritual-and-devotion-in-buddhism-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/2452964324828791779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/2452964324828791779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/ritual-and-devotion-in-buddhism-by.html' title='Ritual and Devotion in Buddhism - by Louise'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-7856569132810893153</id><published>2010-11-29T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T12:01:42.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhafield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overcoming resistance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>Study Night #2, Enlightenment, by Ruth</title><content type='html'>As Louise said last week, we are both 'beginner Buddhists' and these study nights are invaluable to our first steps along the right path. Again, Vidyadasi led this group and held the space really well. I feel like a lot of my questions were answered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPO7WVrJHJI/AAAAAAAAADk/ssV2Hiqlmzk/s1600/buddha_tm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPO7WVrJHJI/AAAAAAAAADk/ssV2Hiqlmzk/s320/buddha_tm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enlightenment - The Goal of Buddhism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Sangharakshita, 'Human Enlightenment is the central theme of Buddhism'. All aspects of Buddhism are concerned with it, teaching in order to help others to gain Enlightenment was what the Buddha was fundamentally concerned with. This knowledge causes us to ask three questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is Enlightenment?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do we know that this is the idea state for man?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where does the idea of Enlightenment come from?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Traditionally, Enlightenment is said to consist of three main things. Firstly, it is a state of clear, pure awareness. Some schools of Buddhism claim that within Enlightenment the subject/object duality is no longer experienced, that the Enlightened one sees no difference between himself and others, between 'out there' and 'in here'. There is just awareness. This awareness is an awareness of &lt;i&gt;things as they really are&lt;/i&gt;, which is seeing all things clearly and truly, without the delusion, obscurity, prejudice and mental conditioning that all humans experience the world through. It is direct&amp;nbsp;spiritual&amp;nbsp;vision of the reality of our&amp;nbsp;existence, also referred to as a state of knowledge, or an awareness of Reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Enlightenment is referred to as a state of intense, over flowing love and compassion. It is often compared to&amp;nbsp;the love between a mother and child, as in the &lt;i&gt;Metta Sutta, '&lt;/i&gt;the Discourse of Loving Kindness', which says &lt;i&gt;'Just as a mother protects her only son even at the cost of his own life, so should one develop a mind of all-embracing love towards all other living beings' &lt;/i&gt;. The attitude is one which the WBO&amp;nbsp;endeavors&amp;nbsp;to cultivate, the &lt;i&gt;Metta Bhavana, &lt;/i&gt;(Metta meaning lovingkindness and Bhavana, meaning cultivation or development)&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;being one of the two key meditation&amp;nbsp;practices&amp;nbsp;within the movement. This lovingkindness is not just directed towards human beings but towards all 'living', that is, sentient beings and also manifests itself in a deep desire that all beings should gain Enlightenment, thus being set free from all their suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, Enlightenment is also described as a state or experience of 'inexhaustible&amp;nbsp;mental and spiritual energy', and 'a state of&amp;nbsp;uninterrupted&amp;nbsp;creativity'. &amp;nbsp;It is an experience of perfect freedom from all the conditioned limitations which humans construct for themselves, such as attachment to the self, hate, expectations, attachment to others and many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through I have attempted to describe Enlightenment in these three aspects, in reality Enlightenment cannot really be put into words or confined into definitions. It is a&amp;nbsp;constantly&amp;nbsp;shifting combination of all of these aspects; knowledge passes into love and compassion, passes into energy, passes into knowledge and so on and so on. This description can only give a hint or explore a tiny fraction of what Enlightenment truly is. In short, Enlightenment is a state of supreme knowledge, love and compassion and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within us all are the seed of enlightenment; we all have love in our hearts, and feel compassion for others, we all have some experience of Reality, we all have some energy. We already have enlightened qualities within us, and it is this that shows us that Enlightenment is the ideal towards which we should aspire. When we feel love and compassion, when we are tackling a project with creative energy, when we are able to rise above our conditioning and start to see things as they are, we feel a serenity which is missing from our everyday lives. This is our glimpse of Enlightenment. Within Enlightenment these qualities are developed to a degree that we can hardly understand, but it is our possession of these qualities, however slight, that gives us a natural affinity with the idea of Enlightenment, and the ability to achieve it. When Enlightenment is talked about, when love and compassion, energy and Reality are talked about we can feel something, we can feel a connection to them, the seeds are within us already. We can tell that Enlightenment is the natural ideal for us too because nothing else can satisfy us. No matter how many things we own, how much money and material safety we have, how many achievements we obtain, there is something within that is not satisfied, that can only be satisfied by seeing the truth of things. This feeling of unsatisfactoriness is called, in Buddhism, dukkha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three forms of dukkha. The first is 'the suffering which is suffering', this is when, for example, we cut our finger, or if someone disappoints us. The next is 'suffering by way of transformation'. This is when we obtain something, get pleasure from it and then lose it. because we have become attached to it, we suffer when it is gone. This suffering comes about as a result of change and time. Lastly, there is 'the suffering of conditioned existance itself', which is the suffering of everything which is not Enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ideal of Enlightenment comes from us from humankind itself, from the ever present struggle to understand ourselves and the suffering we live with and to rise above it. We struggle to grow, to develop, but to do this properly, we need an ideal to consciously aim towards. For us, growth means a growth in awareness, of ourselves and of our surroundings and the ideal of Enlightenment gives us direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the extract from 'The Ideal of Human Enlightenment' by Sangharakshita which we used for the study and from which all quotes are taken, he says that 'if we look back in history we can see various people who have actually achieved Enlightenment.', however, he doesn't name any, and after searching the internet I found no concrete names of people who are Enlightened now. This raises some interesting questions for me, such as, if part of being Enlightened is a deep desire for others to gain Enlightenment then surely you would reveal yourself to be Enlightened and try to teach others like the Buddha did? Revealing yourself to be Enlightened would be key to this as it would make teaching people and bringing them closer to Enlightenment easier as they would give more weight to your words knowing you were Enlightened. The fact that I couldn't find any information about Enlightened people now raises doubts in the rational part of my mind, but I still feel very strongly connected to the ideal of Enlightenment, and do connect with it spiritually as something to aim for. I think that I need more discussion on this part of the subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been brought up as a Jehovah's Witness my&amp;nbsp;tendency&amp;nbsp;is to think in theistic terms, that is, in terms of a god who has created the universe and who governs it. This is not so useful when looking at Buddhism, as the Buddha was a man who, through gaining enlightenment, woke up and began to experience reality as it truly is. The very word 'Buddha' means 'he who is awake'. The emphasis on the fact that Buddha started life as an ordinary man really helped me to start to see Enlightenment as something attainable. I began to see that the Buddha was an extra-ordinary man, one who surpassed his conditioning through his own efforts, and thus, becoming a Buddha was something I could do too - I'm not sure about my chances in this lifetime though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to see the Buddha in evolutionary terms, as the next stage of man, has helped me feel a deeper connection to Buddhism. Due to my upbringing and subsequent rejection of the Jehovah's Witnesses Faith I have a unconscious negative reaction to religion and the idea of god, and have found that this has been holding me back somewhat in my learning. Seeing the Buddha as the next stage of evolution of man, along with other things I have learned have helped me start to overcome my resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-7856569132810893153?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7856569132810893153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/study-night-2-enlightenment-by-ruth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/7856569132810893153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/7856569132810893153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/study-night-2-enlightenment-by-ruth.html' title='Study Night #2, Enlightenment, by Ruth'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TPO7WVrJHJI/AAAAAAAAADk/ssV2Hiqlmzk/s72-c/buddha_tm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-63248959235516475</id><published>2010-11-25T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T08:01:27.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative'/><title type='text'>Anouncement on a new monthly post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"An Artist is not a special kind of person, every person is a special kind of Artist"&lt;/b&gt; ~Pygmy Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wander with words or ponder with paint? Do you still your mind through music or dance? What do you find beautiful that stirs your imagination and devotion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are starting a monthly 'Artist's Corner' post where we want to know about your creative practises and devotional inspirations. &lt;br /&gt;It can be anything from carving to knitting, from writing to singing, or even just walking in the woods. We will post pictures or poems be they your own or someone elses as long as you write a few words to say why and&amp;nbsp;how it is something that helps to&amp;nbsp;bring on that stillness. Send you reviews, stories, inspirations to us at blog@buddhafield.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first official post will be at the end of December and then the end of each month from then after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Let the beauty we love be what we do"&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;~ Rumi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-63248959235516475?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/63248959235516475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/anouncement-on-new-monthly-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/63248959235516475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/63248959235516475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/anouncement-on-new-monthly-post.html' title='Anouncement on a new monthly post!'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-4493411666863368983</id><published>2010-11-22T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T13:06:52.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enligtenment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Buddha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>Study Night #1, The Truth of Cause and Effect by Louise</title><content type='html'>Trevince House on Wednesday night is Study night for the Devonshire locals of Buddhafield. This is a weekly event and from now on a weekly post on what has been taught. My knowledge of Buddhism is still in its early stages so from my point of view I enjoy these nights as I am learning more about how I am to look at myself and my path. Vidyadasi leads these groups sensitively as she started&amp;nbsp;at the beginning for those of us who are 'beginner' Buddhists. I feel very privileged to be a 'beginner buddhist' in this environment as there are many minds in the room all at different&amp;nbsp;stages&amp;nbsp;and there is a wealth of wisdom being shared as I listen and&amp;nbsp;take notes (thank you for sharing your wisdom with me!). I may come across parts that I don't understand as much but I will endeavour to try and be true to what was taught and open it up for discussion as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Truth of Cause and Effect&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Story of the Buddha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha was a man, he was born into a royal family and his name Siddhartha Gautama. During his&amp;nbsp;childhood a group of astrologers predicted that the young prince would grow up to be either a great emperor or&amp;nbsp;a great&amp;nbsp;spiritual leader. The prince grew up within the palace walls, sheltered from the world outside. He married&amp;nbsp;and fathered a&amp;nbsp;son. &lt;br /&gt;Siddhartha's father would not allow Siddhartha to leave the palace and see what lay beyond the walls. It took much persuasion and once permission had been granted all Siddhartha saw beyond the palace&amp;nbsp;were young and happy people. His father had previously ordered the streets to be cleaned of the old and sick. He did however come across a&amp;nbsp;weak man laying by the side of the road. This was a sight that Siddhartha had never seen before, he asked why the man was weak and here he learnt about&amp;nbsp;growing old. Struck by this sight Siddhartha visited the city three more times where he encountered a sick man, a dead man and a&amp;nbsp;sage.&amp;nbsp;These sights&amp;nbsp;had a profound effect on his life as he left his wife and son to set out&amp;nbsp;in order to find peace from the suffering of all men. He stripped himself of his princely possessions&amp;nbsp;and wandered through the forests to seek understanding from wise men and ascetics. However, this&amp;nbsp;was not enough. He finally settled under the bodhi&amp;nbsp;tree to meditate. He stayed here for many days and this is where he gained Enlightenment. And these are some of his teachings: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Four Noble Truths&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Human existence just involves suffering&lt;br /&gt;2) Cause of suffering is that we want things to be other then as they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) There is an end to suffering&lt;/div&gt;4) This is to follow the&amp;nbsp;eight fold path (or the three fold way which consists of Ethics, Meditation and Wisdom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The stages in the&amp;nbsp;eight fold path are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfecting vision&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfecting emotion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfecting speech&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfecting action&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfecting livelihood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfecting effort&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfecting mindfulness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfecting samadhi (loosely means concentration)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This path is split into&amp;nbsp;two parts, the first half, perfecting vision, emotion, speech and action are to do this being aware of yourself&amp;nbsp;and knowing yourself enough to be able to see, feel, speak and act mindfully. Once these four things are in place then the next four concerns what you have to offer others and&amp;nbsp;how you place yourself within the wider community and&amp;nbsp;the world.&amp;nbsp;If you can get all eight then you are on your way to enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At times we chant that we are going for refuge. When a person is ordained into the Buddhist order it is said that they are going for refuge. This is an important part of Buddhism, we all go for refuge all the time and all for different reasons for instance&amp;nbsp;security, comfort, satisfaction, shelter, protection. By going to refuge to the Buddha,&amp;nbsp;the Dharma (spiritual path) and&amp;nbsp;the Sangha (spiritual community) otherwise know as the Three Jewels&amp;nbsp;we also go for refuge to ourselves, we acknowledge these same qualities that exist in each person&amp;nbsp;and set ourselves the task of searching for the truth. In this country there is a culture of Christianity and it is important to understand that The Buddha is not a God, he is an enlightened man, there is no judge in Buddhism, you are a good Buddhist but not to please any higher being but to please yourself. To meditate is to give yourself the stillness and the space to look at your mind and see the building blocks behind it, the conditions that make you up. To see all of the causes and effects is to understand yourself better and to understand yourself better is wisdom. It is not just this, it is important to find the middle way - it is not all in the mind or all in the body, 'Form is no other than emptiness /&amp;nbsp;Emptiness no other then form /&amp;nbsp;Form is only emptiness /&amp;nbsp;Emptiness only form' (extracted form the Heart Sutra).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You must put all the conditions in place for enlightenment to arise, enlightenment is not a given and is not guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this particular study night we had an open forum for any questions that anyone had a burning desire to ask. Within this we encountered to large discussion points which I will try and form something cohesive&amp;nbsp;by way of explanation&amp;nbsp;from my badly taken notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Renunciation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renunciation in Buddhism is to break the habits that hold you back, a tool for loosening yourself. Siddhartha renounced his princely possessions in order to gain enlightenment. This is a difficult concept as it has much to do with the letting go of the self which&amp;nbsp;is an important and clear step towards enlightenment. By leaving these deeply ingrained habits behind means that you have more space to explore new thoughts and feelings or just leaving that space clear and enjoying that stillness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhism doesn't recognise a soul, a soul implies that you do not change. Also there is no reincarnation within&amp;nbsp;Buddhism but there is rebirth, a cycle of life&amp;nbsp;that is a chain of processes. Much like what I mentioned in the above paragraph of renunciation deeply ingrained habits can stay with you from new life to new life. The more work that is put in this life to break these habits the better off the next life will be. As a stream of consciousness that we are throughout the ages we are bundles of knots that need untying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is worth noting that&amp;nbsp;much of what is written in Buddhist texts is open to interpretation, I do not know how much I believe in rebirth in that my 'self' gets transferred into another body after my death. My interpretation&amp;nbsp;of rebirth&amp;nbsp;is to break the conditioning&amp;nbsp;of generations before me&amp;nbsp;and pass this down to new generations. This is&amp;nbsp;something that is at the forefront of my mind all&amp;nbsp;the time. I believe that renunciation is also an important factor in breaking&amp;nbsp;my conditioning though it is hard.&amp;nbsp;This first study night really helped to put a clear instruction into my mind especially to do&amp;nbsp;with the eight fold path of things that&amp;nbsp;I need to be aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study night over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-4493411666863368983?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4493411666863368983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/study-night-1-truth-of-cause-and-effect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/4493411666863368983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/4493411666863368983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/study-night-1-truth-of-cause-and-effect.html' title='Study Night #1, The Truth of Cause and Effect by Louise'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-5855736537586816002</id><published>2010-11-15T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T05:09:25.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigolovada sutta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhist teachings'/><title type='text'>Men's Study Weekend 29-31 October. Brought to you by Leif!</title><content type='html'>The weekend started with dinner on Friday night. The women had vacated the premises in order to do a gardening/study event down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, Shantikara - who would be leading the study sessions - gave us an introduction to the Sigalovada sutta. In it, the Buddha meets a young man engaged in the practice of venerating the six directions (the compass points plus up and down). He uses this as a framework to deliver a teaching, broadly on social responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the day with a short dedication ceremony, to help set the focus for the weekend. The shrine room, it has to be said, is not terribly large. Fitting more then eight of us might have become a squeeze. But it was a good end to the day. And so dear reader, to bed - more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day started at 7.00am with two 45 minute meditations in the shrine room, led by Satyajit - who facilitated all the meditations sessions. Then breakfast and a session of staring each other out until someone cracked and agreed to cook dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30 saw us settling for a couple of hours study -&amp;nbsp; once we had gotten over Sean's arrival in slinky lycra (he'd cycled in from home). Having fanned ourselves vigorously, we got down to looking at the sutta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first section covers the Buddha meeting Sigalaka while he's worshipping the six directions and receiving his request to be instructed in the correct way to do it. The immediate point which Shantikara drew out of it was that the sutta is heavily imbued with the cultural context of that time and place (Northern India around 500BCE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, the text listed four impure actions to be avoided-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harming living beings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking what is not given&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sexual misconduct&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;False speech&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first four precepts in their traditional form and then another list of four causes of harmful deeds (also to be avoided)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hatred&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delusion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The first three form another traditional list called the three poisons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A point came up around whether the Buddha was giving this teaching because he had recognised Sigalaka as someone in danger of falling into unskillful conduct. The basic teaching being, act in accordance with where you want to be. All familiar - but slippery - territory around karmic comsequences and conditionality (in its broadest sense, saying that phenomena arise dependent upon conditions). Suck on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the Buddhaa listed six ways of squandering wealth and then six dangers associated with each. This is where the cultural context really started kicking in - and that the suttas were orginally composed to be passed down orally (lists within lists are a common feature). This section caused a lot of smiles, but also serious questions about whether the Buddha meant only material wealth - and why - and how the lists related to our own experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we drew the session to a close in order to have a short meditation before lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some free time in the afternoon, we reconvened for a couple of hours more study. The next section listed four kinds of true friends and four kinds of bad companion, and their characteristics. This had a lot in common with the earlier lists - hardly surprising. bearing in mind conditionality - covering the appropriate use of wealth and an exhortation to "gather wealth in harmless ways".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again stuff came up about cultural context, whether this was that actual word of the Buddha - texts were certainly added while passing down the centuries - and what which parts have a bearing on current circumstances. It's all a bit academic, otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another break for meditation, then dinner and a bit more free time. We ended the day with a puja - recitation of traditional verses and mantras in order to encourage devotional feeling (particularly in a group context). No music. Buddhafield is associated with wacky musical pujas but it isn't par for the course when we are at home. I like them quiet, most of the time, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day followed the same routine. We spent both study sessions on the last part of the sutta. This is where the Buddha gives the teaching on the correct way to worship the six directions. Clearly he is using it to present the teaching which Sigalaka needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha identifies each direction with a particular relationship -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Secular teachers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Partner and children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends and colleagues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Workers and servants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ascetics and Brahmins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;For each, he lists five ways in which respect is shown toward them and five ways in which they respond positively to such treatment. Following this advice is presented as a path to happiness. Again, the material needs to be seen in the context of the time and place in which it was being given. The sutta ends with Sigalaka asking the Buddha to accept him as a lay-follower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dinner and a puja, then the weekend officially came to a close. The womenfolk arrived back sometime after I'd gone to bed - hardy souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making time for single sex activities is held to be important within the movement and I have previously found it a helpful space to work with. Possibly because I was doing it at home this time, mostly with a group who also live here, my main impression around it was of the house being half empty. But this is not even a quibble. It was a pleasure to have the opportunity for intensive study - especially with material taken for the Pali canon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we were unanimous in agreeing that we need to do it again. I expect that, next time, we'll leave the house and the women will have the house for a bit. Camping in January anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-5855736537586816002?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5855736537586816002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/mens-study-weekend-29-31-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/5855736537586816002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/5855736537586816002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/mens-study-weekend-29-31-october.html' title='Men&apos;s Study Weekend 29-31 October. Brought to you by Leif!'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-1303781750334043941</id><published>2010-11-10T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T07:11:23.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single sex activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><title type='text'>What Women do for Women - Opinions of Single Sex Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Lou: Over the weekend I came to think about what being a woman is and what having a held space for women means to me. It almost feels wrong to say that woman's roles are a new discovery for me. I have always known what these consist of but it is only recently that I have been told, learnt and experienced these roles with a positive and realistic view instead of the&amp;nbsp;derogatory&amp;nbsp;portrayal of housewifery and associated tasks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;I have started to look at housewifery, nurturing, sewing and cooking as much more than a stereotypical role, but as a natural role that women have undertaken across the ages. My renewed passion in these tasks has made me feel more secure as a woman, which has enabled me to open up to new passions, such as that of wood working, something I was frightened to pursue in school because it meant that I would be in a room full of boys. I wish I had the strength of mind and confidence that I have now back then as I would have taken that step, no questions asked. I can do the common masculine 'powerhouse' jobs-heavy lifting, chopping wood, digging holes, because of good techniques and strength in my core. I also know when my body needs a rest. I am not a believer in 'everything you can do, I can do better' which I believe many feminists these days to believe in. Men can cook, I can chop wood (and enjoy it) but I also believe that there is a division and it is worth being respectful of it. When I am pregnant I don't want to have to chop wood but I'll happily darn or weave or weed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;In a spiritual sense, the female space is also a new discovery, having never fully looked closely at myself spiritually. This comes from a fear of looking too deeply at things that scare or repulse me. This fear has always been at the back of my mind and making myself known to me and to others is much easier in the supportive and nurturing space of a room full of females. The instincts in a woman of care and compassion are clear to feel when discussing everything, from the universe to the acorns, the childhood bullying to pregnancy. It is more free with no men around. Men are sometimes too quick to joke. I feel stronger when surrounded by women and more able to be heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;This is not to say that sharing my world with just women is how I feel my life should evolve. I strongly believe in the gentle interplay between the genders in all things as being a powerful tool in learning about myself and my position in the planets ecosystems, but having a separate organised space really helps to focus your attentions on gender specific intentions and issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Ruth: I really appreciate the chance to be in a single sex environment, as growing up, both at school and at home, I never spent much time in one. It is a very new experience for me to be part of such a close knit group of women and feel completely trusting and comfortable around them. Over this first season that I have spent with Buddhafield I have been through some really difficult circumstances and had to face a lot of things about myself and my relationships with others that were very hard to admit to.&amp;nbsp; Had it not been for the support of so many women within the cafe team, and also from the retreats team, I think I wouldn't have been able to make the changes I have, and understand the whys and hows of the situations I found myself in.&lt;br /&gt;I have always found it difficult to make and maintain female friendships, but it is something that I am realising is really important to me, both personally and spiritually, and that the more I open up and give, the easier creating and maintaining friendships with women is. I feel as if an aspect of me which I never gave much thought to before is being nourished and being brought out of me. The areas of Buddhafield I have experienced, the cafe, festival and Trevince House, all have an enriching female aspect alongside an equal, yet not&amp;nbsp;necessarily&amp;nbsp;the same, enriching male aspect.&amp;nbsp; This serves to create a really held, supportive, open space, in which I feel I have been able to explore myself and start to understand myself, in ways that, within a mixed environment, it is harder to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-1303781750334043941?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1303781750334043941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-women-do-for-women-opinions-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/1303781750334043941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/1303781750334043941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-women-do-for-women-opinions-of.html' title='What Women do for Women - Opinions of Single Sex Activities'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-7103312627371069940</id><published>2010-11-09T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T05:15:33.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easterbrook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Women's Weekend at Easterbrook</title><content type='html'>On the last weekend of October at&amp;nbsp;Trevince House there was a men's study weekend. The women of the household had to vacate the premises and decamp to Easterbrook Farm where we have an allotment space, which Trevince House has recently taken responsibility for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNf6a8xQ5iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kBwrSFSZ27Y/s1600/SL372328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNf6a8xQ5iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kBwrSFSZ27Y/s320/SL372328.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Easterbrook farm is owned by a friend of Buddhafield and there Buddhafield stores, in one of the barns, all of Buddhafield's tents and equipment. Vans are also parked there over the winter. We use the loft as a space to mend our canvases for the forthcoming season and it is where we hold the annual team retreat.&amp;nbsp;Easterbrook, with its beautiful surroundings, is an important resource to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us, Rosie, Alice, Liz and Abie were all present at this weekend and it soon became clear that we all share a passion for growing vegetables following permaculture ideals and&amp;nbsp;using herbs for their culinary and medicinal properties. The garden's creator, Dharmamrta also shares these same values and took us on a guided tour of what is planted where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dharmamrta started this garden as a right livelihood business, supplying the festival and cafe with specialist salad leaves through the season. She built a poly tunnel, creating the entire garden from a patch of grass.&amp;nbsp;She is now doing other things but lent her time to us to show and explain what is in the garden and her reasonings for planting what she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNgCp4vCCgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6kFuiVU9sMM/s1600/BFF06+aerial+photos+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNgCp4vCCgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6kFuiVU9sMM/s320/BFF06+aerial+photos+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alongside Dharmamrta, Abie has been it's nurturer for the last year or so, growing  flowers at Easterbrook from April 2010. Previously, she had an allotment in Norwich on which she  grew flowers on for a year, using them to make bouquets as gifts. This, being her main success, made her decide to buy lots of seeds, and she approached The Greenhouse in Crediton as a place to sell locally  grown cut flower bouquets. They were delighted and very supportive in  giving it a go. Dharmamrta had grown Echinacea and Rudbeckia 'Black  Eyed Susan' and Abie planted alongside those Calendula, Centaurea  Cyanus  'Black Ball', Blue Cornflowers, Ammi Majus 'Bishops's Flower, Ammi  visnaga white, Zinnias, Dahlia's, Sunflowers, Sweet peas (though the  deer ate all of these) Salvia Patens and Achillea. You may have seen some of these flowers which so beautifully decorate some of the shrines at the retreats. Abie brought with her an amazing number of books on Buddhism and gardening, which were laid out ceremoniously next to our modest shrine amid exclamations of excitement! As&amp;nbsp;the weather was very wet and the sewing loft cold, us resilient women spent time drinking tea whilst looking at books and discussing what our future plans for the garden may be, and touching on subjects that concern Buddhism and our gender such as abortion, feminism and being a parent. Many times a cry of 'Hey! listen to this!' was heard as we individually discovered little gems of knowledge to do with herbs, the earth or Buddhism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night Abie led a simple three-fold puja, her first time leading one, which was really beautiful. We both felt really touched to be present at this, as Abie has been really instrumental in furthering our understanding of Buddhism, helping answer our questions and trying to point us in interesting and fruitful directions on where to look for answers. Abie has been really enthusiastic and supportive about both this blog and us taking on the garden. She has been really generous with her time and the gathering at Easterbrook would not have been the same without her! Big sadhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNlqUfWv4AI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QOhkUz1yg7E/s1600/SL372335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNlqUfWv4AI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QOhkUz1yg7E/s320/SL372335.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Late Sunday morning the rain eased off and we bumbled round the garden in our wellies and water proofs, taking pictures and making notes on what plants and herbs were in the garden, what needed to come out and what spaces were available for developing. Dharmamrta visited us on Sunday afternoon, and we collectively worked in the garden. Rosie and Dharmamrta cleared a bed in the polytunnel, digging up the sunflowers which had been there, and whose heads now hang from a light fixture on the wall in the living room at Trevince, waiting to dry so their seeds can be harvested. Ruth and Alice cleared a small bed outside and replanted lambs lettuce that had self seeded, for a mid winter green feast. Lou cleared out old cucumbers and the smaller self seeded lambs lettuce in another bed whilst uncovering more and more hibernating slugs. The whole bed was mulched with a thick layer of Elecampagne leaves that grow elsewhere in the garden. Abie cleared behind the shelves that edge one side of the poly tunnel and Liz cleared out the basil that had been prolific and had now died off and did some general weeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNludtMipXI/AAAAAAAAABI/2X8Zn6ODo7s/s1600/BFF06+aerial+photos+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNludtMipXI/AAAAAAAAABI/2X8Zn6ODo7s/s320/BFF06+aerial+photos+013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the light failed Ruth went to put the kettle and started cooking dinner while the others finished up in the garden. We meditated and then had dinner and finished the evening reading aloud from 'The Jewel in the Cabbage which draws parallels between cooking and&amp;nbsp;Buddhism&amp;nbsp;in very interesting ways, being mostly cafe crew it was something that we could all relate to. This marked the end of our gardening weekend at Easterbrook, later that evening we all returned to the warmth of Trevince House and had tea with our male counterparts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-7103312627371069940?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7103312627371069940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/womens-weekend-at-easterbrook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/7103312627371069940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/7103312627371069940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/womens-weekend-at-easterbrook.html' title='Women&apos;s Weekend at Easterbrook'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNf6a8xQ5iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kBwrSFSZ27Y/s72-c/SL372328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-5121592002280996875</id><published>2010-11-09T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:03:34.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harvesting the beauty of the earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegetables'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Photos from the Women's weekend at Easterbrook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A selection of photos from our gardening weekend at Easterbrook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNlx9KYnzHI/AAAAAAAAABk/1359hXY8glE/s1600/BFF06+aerial+photos+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNlx9KYnzHI/AAAAAAAAABk/1359hXY8glE/s320/BFF06+aerial+photos+010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alice ponders the Polytunnel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNlyPqfmoOI/AAAAAAAAABo/PZFwY4fDVzc/s1600/BFF06+aerial+photos+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNlyPqfmoOI/AAAAAAAAABo/PZFwY4fDVzc/s320/BFF06+aerial+photos+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Women's 'mess'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNlykBnb9zI/AAAAAAAAABs/ih2mWjveWHk/s1600/BFF06+aerial+photos+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNlykBnb9zI/AAAAAAAAABs/ih2mWjveWHk/s320/BFF06+aerial+photos+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our camp in the sewing loft, complete with shrine and library!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNlzqlXwnSI/AAAAAAAAABw/M-TTgRMQe2s/s1600/BFF06+aerial+photos+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNlzqlXwnSI/AAAAAAAAABw/M-TTgRMQe2s/s320/BFF06+aerial+photos+020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;View from the Polytunnel, there is so much to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl0F9BEq7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/LwCFpq8vbhw/s1600/BFF06+aerial+photos+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl0F9BEq7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/LwCFpq8vbhw/s320/BFF06+aerial+photos+014.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lamb's Lettuce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl1y68Uf7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/XPQd6GQKuzk/s1600/BFF06+aerial+photos+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl1y68Uf7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/XPQd6GQKuzk/s320/BFF06+aerial+photos+030.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunflowers and slugs trying to escape the Polytunnel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl2QSL0pNI/AAAAAAAAACA/rIMU_ItKiFY/s1600/BFF06+aerial+photos+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl2QSL0pNI/AAAAAAAAACA/rIMU_ItKiFY/s320/BFF06+aerial+photos+022.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl2sD2L7wI/AAAAAAAAACE/TcBtT-raWkM/s1600/BFF06+aerial+photos+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl2sD2L7wI/AAAAAAAAACE/TcBtT-raWkM/s320/BFF06+aerial+photos+025.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;beauteous, bountiful Kale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl5kX4NxTI/AAAAAAAAACU/Mwla9np5teU/s1600/BFF06+aerial+photos+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl5kX4NxTI/AAAAAAAAACU/Mwla9np5teU/s320/BFF06+aerial+photos+032.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More Kale...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl5zdjC2_I/AAAAAAAAACY/aGo9HtDLmPE/s1600/SL372333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl5zdjC2_I/AAAAAAAAACY/aGo9HtDLmPE/s320/SL372333.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And more Kale, the most abundant vegetable in the garden, we have it every night at Trevince!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl5_zfxE_I/AAAAAAAAACc/3ZHOwps8g5A/s320/SL372338.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mixed salad in one hand and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl5zdjC2_I/AAAAAAAAACY/aGo9HtDLmPE/s1600/SL372333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl5Lj-K7AI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7Ywv7DKmz6s/s1600/SL372339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNl5Lj-K7AI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7Ywv7DKmz6s/s320/SL372339.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Freshly picked lettuce in the other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All photos were taken by us and Liz, we will be uploading more soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-5121592002280996875?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5121592002280996875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/photos-from-womens-weekend-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/5121592002280996875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/5121592002280996875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/photos-from-womens-weekend-at.html' title='Photos from the Women&apos;s weekend at Easterbrook'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_gIxQGTdPU/TNlx9KYnzHI/AAAAAAAAABk/1359hXY8glE/s72-c/BFF06+aerial+photos+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549966648134087434.post-5103601495682088384</id><published>2010-10-24T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:13:43.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhafield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what is a buddhafield?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal stories'/><title type='text'>Introduction to us!</title><content type='html'>Lou: I started working for Buddhafield as a way of getting to spend more time at festivals. For me being at a festival is something that I have always loved, the bubble of contentment and madness that arises within the site boundaries is a wonderful thing and I have always wanted to be more involved in how festivals are put together. After setting up the Café at Glastonbury, a festival that is very familiar to me, I soon realised that not only do Buddhafield Café provide a safe and welcoming place for festival punters but it also provides a home, a sanctuary amongst the chaos for its team of volunteers. I am one of the café volunteers and this year I also got involved with the site décor at this year’s festival. What I didn’t realise is that I would fall sideways into being with a family all of whom are learning and trying to adhere to Buddhist principles. This is what the café, in a wider context is trying to do; to bring the Dharma, the Buddhist spiritual path, to a greater audience. I have learnt much about myself and my relationship to others in the last few months and now that my position becomes more and more established I look forward to bringing my discoveries to aid the creation of this blog to support Buddhafield in all it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth: It started off as a one time visit last year to work for the cafe at the festival, a week of working later, I knew with the most certainty I’ve ever felt that I needed to become part of Buddhafield. Just over a year later and I have been job-free, house-free and volunteering for the cafe for nearly 5 months and have never been happier. Before joining Buddhafield&amp;nbsp;I had no interest in Buddhism, &amp;nbsp;having been brought up a Jehavah’s Witness and left the faith I have quite a strong resistance to ‘religion’, I was interested more in living a life outside of mainstream society, that didn’t have as its main aim acquisition of objects or money, that promoted freedom of choice and personal responsibility. What I found was so much more than that. I have slowly come to think that what I was looking for seems to be embodied in Buddhism, and while I still have my doubts, the effect on me that Buddhafield and my increasing knowledge of Buddhism has had cannot be seen as anything other than good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What is a Buddhafield?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Buddhafield in the Mahayana Tradition is a place in which the conditions are perfect for spiritual growth, a place where there are no burdens or hassles, a beautiful place that exists to benefit all beings and is under the influence of the Buddha’s wisdom and compassion. The Buddhafield that we work for, in its various guises, creates a supportive space that holds many people on their own paths into Buddhism and the journey they choose to undertake to spiritual enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its most basic form Buddhafield can be spilt into three factions: Buddhafield Cafe, Buddhafield Festival and Buddhafield Retreats. The &lt;a href="http://www.buddhafield.com/?cafe=programme"&gt;café&lt;/a&gt; which takes its delicious vegan food to various festivals over the summer including &lt;a href="http://www.glastonburyfestivals.co.uk/"&gt;Glastonbury&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.wildheartgathering.com/"&gt;Wildheart&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.sunrisecelebration.com/"&gt;Sunrise&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.outoftheordinaryfestival.com/"&gt;Out of the Ordinary&lt;/a&gt; and many others. The cafe creates a perfect space for festival goers to relax and rejuvenate and also hold a space within which the Dharma&amp;nbsp;is an ongoing concern. The &lt;a href="http://www.buddhafield.com/?festival=about"&gt;festival&lt;/a&gt;, unique in its ‘no drink, no drugs’ stance, holds many free workshops that encapsulate awareness: from Dharma talks to all kinds of meditations and yoga, from rituals and pujas to beautiful acoustic music. The retreats team hold a number of different &lt;a href="http://www.buddhafield.com/?retreats=programme"&gt;retreats&lt;/a&gt; throughout the year for those who wish to delve deeper into Buddhism. &amp;nbsp;All the retreats are held&amp;nbsp;in stunning locations offering a chance to get closer to nature and yourself. The most popular of our retreats is the Family Friendly retreat, held at &lt;a href="http://www.buddhafield.com/?land=frog_mill"&gt;Frog Mill&lt;/a&gt;, a piece of &amp;nbsp;land in Dartmoor National Park which Buddhafield has bought, and that the &lt;a href="http://www.buddhafield.com/?land=fundraising"&gt;Land Appeal&lt;/a&gt;, another offshoot of Buddhafield, is raising money to pay for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Festival, Café and Retreats are all working towards being as sustainable as possible. We use wind and solar energy to power the cafe and the festival, biodiesel in the vans used to transport us and all the equipment from site to site, wood fired hot water systems for the hot water in the cafe, (the excess heat goes into a sauna and shower for the cafe crew to keep them clean and happy!!) composting loo’s at retreats and at the festival and we also source our veg from local suppliers, in whatever part of the country we happen to be in. This caring for the environment we inhabit, in turn helps to create a safe space for people to confidently and comfortably grow at their own pace, so they can lighten their burdens and release the constraints of their mind and bodies and become enlightened (or near enough!).&amp;nbsp;Truly a Buddhafield in action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549966648134087434-5103601495682088384?l=buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5103601495682088384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/introduction-to-us.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/5103601495682088384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549966648134087434/posts/default/5103601495682088384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhafieldblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/introduction-to-us.html' title='Introduction to us!'/><author><name>Lou and Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758524459970062073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
