Family

Buddhist teachings on family life
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    Who Are You? Paid Member

    Who are you? My name is Peter. If you went to Nicaragua, you'd be called Pedro. Are Pedro and Peter one person or two? One, because I am only who I am. Are you a name? No, of course not. Then who are you? I am a man. You mean you are not a woman? No. I mean that I am a man. But you are only a man because you are not a woman. Who are you? I am an Englishman. If you went to Japan, would you be a Japanese man? No. Why? Because I was born in England and I speak English. If you had been born in England but raised in China, would you be Chinese or English? I would be English. More »
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    After the Monastery Paid Member

    Left to right: Bhikshus Heng Yo and Heng Ju in the rain, on their "three steps, one bow" pilgrimage for world peace, which lasted from October 16, 1973 to August 17, 1974. They continued regardless of weather, traveling 1,150 miles from San Francisco up the Pacifc Coast to Marblemount, Washington.  Introduction by Jeanette (Jetti) Testu More »
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    Yehuda Ben-Yehuda’s Famous Spinach Pie Paid Member

    The thing that has helped me most in this lifetime, aside from being born, is meeting a lineage holder of great wisdom traditions. But the being born part is pretty essential, and to be born means entering a lineage also: the bloodline. More »
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    Tommy's Corner Paid Member

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    The Dismay of Motherhood Paid Member

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    A Life Too Long Paid Member

    On an autumn day in 2007, while I was visiting from northern California, my mother made a request I dreaded and longed to fulfill. She’d just poured me a cup of tea from her Japanese teapot; beyond the kitchen window, two cardinals splashed in her birdbath in the weak Connecticut sunlight. Her white hair was gathered at the nape of her neck, and her voice was low. She put a hand on my arm. “Please help me get your father’s pacemaker turned off,” she said. I met her eyes, and my heart knocked.  More »