Thank you for sharing this video, it has certainly appeared just at the right time. Inspired by your words and gaps in between them I have been looking at your course with much interest. As some one who loves words and what they can point to, although not great with using them myself. Perhaps it's time to cross that bridge and learn to at least try.
Thank you Ando. I'm away with family staying in the bard Taliesins own country for a holiday. I will sign up for the course on my return, shall I ask any questions on here or is there a away to message you directly. Thanks Kev 🙏
You're most welcome Kevin. If your questions might be of help to others, feel free to share them here. If they're more personal in nature, then drop me an email, and I'll be happy to respond.
Dogen wearing his rakusu like his mother's arms... thank you for this. Wow. There is so much here. I interviewed Zenju Earthlyn on The Shamanic Bones of Zen (here: https://elenabrower.com/episode-153-osho-zenju-earthlyn-manuel-ph-d/ ) and will be taking your course, Andō.
Yes. Rakasu as loving embrace. He lost his mother so young. I experienced a time after I lost my mother(late in life) and concurrently I found myself teacherless. I was confused by these two kinds of grief, until I remembered Dōgen and pulled my rakasu out of its envelope, placed it gently around my neck, and bowed, forehead to the floor, tears still rolling down my cheeks. And I felt it — that which Dōgen had experienced, so long before me. That embrace.
Whilst I no longer wear that rakasu, it is never far away, and its loving embrace remains, imprinted on my whole being. I understood it differently from that time on. It is not a badge of honour, to be worn and shown off. Rather, it is a loving companion, that bears the mark not only of wisdom, but also of compassion. It is selfless, not self-serving. The most beautiful discovery, one which revealed so much. 🤍🙏🏼🕊️
“While watching the yellow leaves and red leaves fall in my backyard in New Mexico USA, I had the opportunity to talk with a good friend who lives on the other side of the world in Cornwall, United Kingdom, about poetry and silence.
I met Andō through Facebook. I would scroll my feed while I was recovering from surgery back in 2018. There would be this quiet pause on my feed. It was Andō’s poetry. It kept happening over and over for months. Finally she offered a class called Small Silences. I decided to take the class.
Well, a couple years of learning from Andō and friendship led to the first publication of my poems and poetic narrative The Deepest Peace (Parallax Press).
Thank you for sharing this video, it has certainly appeared just at the right time. Inspired by your words and gaps in between them I have been looking at your course with much interest. As some one who loves words and what they can point to, although not great with using them myself. Perhaps it's time to cross that bridge and learn to at least try.
Thank you Kevin, I'm glad you appreciated it. It certainly sounds like a path for you. If you have any questions, let me know.
Thank you Ando. I'm away with family staying in the bard Taliesins own country for a holiday. I will sign up for the course on my return, shall I ask any questions on here or is there a away to message you directly. Thanks Kev 🙏
You're most welcome Kevin. If your questions might be of help to others, feel free to share them here. If they're more personal in nature, then drop me an email, and I'll be happy to respond.
Dogen wearing his rakusu like his mother's arms... thank you for this. Wow. There is so much here. I interviewed Zenju Earthlyn on The Shamanic Bones of Zen (here: https://elenabrower.com/episode-153-osho-zenju-earthlyn-manuel-ph-d/ ) and will be taking your course, Andō.
Yes. Rakasu as loving embrace. He lost his mother so young. I experienced a time after I lost my mother(late in life) and concurrently I found myself teacherless. I was confused by these two kinds of grief, until I remembered Dōgen and pulled my rakasu out of its envelope, placed it gently around my neck, and bowed, forehead to the floor, tears still rolling down my cheeks. And I felt it — that which Dōgen had experienced, so long before me. That embrace.
Whilst I no longer wear that rakasu, it is never far away, and its loving embrace remains, imprinted on my whole being. I understood it differently from that time on. It is not a badge of honour, to be worn and shown off. Rather, it is a loving companion, that bears the mark not only of wisdom, but also of compassion. It is selfless, not self-serving. The most beautiful discovery, one which revealed so much. 🤍🙏🏼🕊️
Dear Elena, I sent your course welcome last night, and wish you a blessed journey in the discovery of the essence of things it.
Bowing, hands held together at the heart. 🙏🏼
Elena, thanks too for sharing the link to your interview with Zenju, some here may well like to listen, thank you.
“While watching the yellow leaves and red leaves fall in my backyard in New Mexico USA, I had the opportunity to talk with a good friend who lives on the other side of the world in Cornwall, United Kingdom, about poetry and silence.
I met Andō through Facebook. I would scroll my feed while I was recovering from surgery back in 2018. There would be this quiet pause on my feed. It was Andō’s poetry. It kept happening over and over for months. Finally she offered a class called Small Silences. I decided to take the class.
Well, a couple years of learning from Andō and friendship led to the first publication of my poems and poetic narrative The Deepest Peace (Parallax Press).
The rest is all history.”
— Zenju Earthlyn Manuel