Monk In The World

To be a monk is to have time to practice for your transformation and healing. And after that to help with the transformation and healing of other people.

Thich Nhat Hanh

Sunday, August 15, 2010

From Bus Stop to Burial

I'm burying a friend today. I say a friend. We have not really socialized as adults but many years ago we would stand at the school bus stop in our neighborhood and wait for the big yellow bus to pick us up, along with all the other kids in the neighborhood. I still remember the number of the bus and the driver. It was bus 53 and Mrs. Chainey was the driver.
It seems like the bus stop was another life. I remember this guy as one of the tough ones in the neighborhood. That is a small child's memory.

His wife and two daughters describe him as a man with a very tender heart. They remember a man who loved children and who loved to listen to the elderly tell their stories.

I don't know, there's just something about these two memories that seems to speak to something important.

 Who knows, maybe he was paying attention to the beginnings and the ends. Maybe he cared about the vulnerability of these two extremes. Maybe he was looking for an answer to the in - between times of these two extremes. Whatever it was, it seems to have played a part in creating a tender hearted human being and that's not a bad way to be remembered.

Bows To The Tough Guy With A Tender Heart,

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