Veterans Day means I don't go to the customer site, but I will be venturing forth to the consulting practice office in Columbia. Yea, verily, it is a strange feeling. My life was, from October 7 to November 7, defined largely by the container of Karme Choling, and much of that by the four walls of the shrine room. Since returning home late on November 7, I've been trying to re-acclimate myself to being "on the outside", without forgetting lessons learned examining the inside. I'm sure I've about bored ravynmaniac to tears with my stories of dathun, but it was my life for a month. I hear the podcasters talk about their "tribe", and perhaps I understand that on a more personal level now... I too miss my "tribe", my sangha, with many of whom I shared points in space and time over the period of the dathun. And yet I grok the four noble truths and the cycle of samsara well enough at an internal level now to understand that I must let this go... all things change, and to struggle against this simple fact is to create even more suffering for oneself. I shed tears this night, because I truly, deeply miss you all... and because I feel joy and appreciation for having had the opportunity to be a part of the mandala that came to be during that month, and because I know that none of us are truly ever separated from one another.
Forgive me - that was not the post I set out to write, but it appears that it was the post that I had to write. Giving thoughts and feelings a voice, acknowledging them and then letting them go, that is the way of things. I will try not to forget that, or perhaps more importantly, I will strive to remember it again and again.