Sunday, February 12, 2023
HomeBuddhistMonastic Life / Thirteen Years of Monastic Life: Taking Stock

Monastic Life / Thirteen Years of Monastic Life: Taking Stock

In reflecting on her journey since ordaining as a Buddhist nun, Sister Tri Nghiem highlights the significance of a way of household and belonging.

With Thay after the novice ordination

On a chilly and windy but vivid and sunny day on March 8, 2009, Thay put his hand on my head, gave me his blessing, snipped a lock of my hair, presided over the ceremony whereas I took my vows and gifted me with the enduring legacy of my great Dharma title: Adornment with True Holding. With this, I used to be formally born into the Golden Lotus household, together with 9 others within the Still Water Meditation Hall of Upper Hamlet, Plum Village. Thirty-six Vietnamese siblings have been born into monastic life on the identical time in Tu Hieu Temple, Hue. This 12 months, these of us nonetheless in robes have fun 13 years of monastic life. How time flies!

A 12 months later, to mark our first anniversary and for the sake of posterity, one sister instructed we report probably the most memorable experiences of our first 12 months in a little bit purple imitation leather-based pocket book she offered, which, somewhat sadly, disappeared shortly after and I’ve by no means seen it since. So a lot for recording the important thing moments of our monastic infancy for posterity! Yes, this was earlier than the time when all recollections have been robotically saved to the cloud.

Yet, even and not using a report, I can nonetheless bear in mind the texture of my account: it gushed with enthusiasm. I beloved every part about my new monastic life. I beloved my newly acquired prolonged household of lots of from so many various cultures and continents. I beloved our neighborhood of practitioners from across the globe. I beloved the yearly schedule of retreats – with individuals from close to and much, all in search of change of their lives. I beloved the brotherhood and sisterhood, the walks and picnics we went on within the French countryside in springtime, treading softly on recent, spongy grass dotted with a myriad of golden dandelions and tiny white daisies between rows of budding vineyards. I even bear in mind loving the mid-summer Health Retreat—a fasting and mountain climbing endurance take a look at! We hiked alongside nation roads with our resident well being guru, Brother Phap Lu, within the scorching warmth of August, our ft slowly dragging as our scorching and thirsty, food-deprived and weakened our bodies pushed on in direction of our vacation spot. I clearly bear in mind one dialog we had, passing by some rows of blackberry briars, “So how is monastic life treating you?” Br. Phap Lu inquired knowingly. “Well, I think I am still in the honeymoon phase,” I replied, afraid this will likely not have been fairly the reply he was anticipating. “Good!” he shot again. “Stay there!”

With or with out the sound recommendation of Br. Phap Lu in these early days, my honeymoon section went on to final a strong twelve extra years.

Volition: the recipe for longevity

What has stored me on the trail until now? The sangha’s love and my volition. My deep want and willpower to heal my very own ancestral struggling, to interrupt the cycle of intergenerational trauma, to remodel my amassed afflictions and to domesticate peace, pleasure, love and freedom on this lifetime, and to assist as many others as I can alongside the way in which.

I have no idea the place this braveness and willpower got here from, however I see it requires one thing of a warrior spirit–a willingness to face difficulties and struggling and to not run away from them. It requires a deep conviction and religion within the path with a purpose to keep the course and overcome the various challenges that we inevitably encounter in monastic life. The extra I observe, the extra I acknowledge my shortcomings and difficulties. Alongside all of the constructive seeds Seeds are sometimes used within the Plum Village custom as approach of describing all of the potentialities of our thoughts. that I’m completely satisfied to embrace and name my very own, I carry extra problematic seeds deep inside me that I attempt to keep away from, and fake aren’t mine. Sooner or later although, they manifest, and I have to face them. Seeds of worry. Seeds of discrimination. Seeds of judgment. Seeds of anger. Seeds of doubt. And seeds of despair. The path of awakening inevitably leads us down this highway and there’s no escape.

The significance of a way of belonging

I used to be born because the youngest little one right into a small nuclear household of 5–my mother and father, my two elder siblings and I. We lived in a small nation city, far-off from grandparents and family within the metropolis. I not often noticed my grandparents. I barely knew my three cousins. My sense of household was small and tenuous. This all modified dramatically once I was ordained. Quite unexpectedly, my “family” all of the sudden expanded and multiplied.

First, I used to be born into an ordination household of forty-six. The ten of us who have been in Plum Village, France, would sit collectively for lunch on monastic days and share deeply about what was happening in our hearts. Then, I shared a room with three different sisters and irrespective of how typically we modified rooms, there have been at all times three different sisters and typically even 4, all crowded head-to-toe into tiny rooms–an inescapable expertise of togetherness!

With the act of shaving my head, I all of the sudden belonged to so many various households. The household of my room-mates, my cooking rotation, the Care Taking Council, and our little household of mentees, all gathered collectively round our clever and compassionate mentor for weekly classes of deep sharing, laughter, and typically tears. Next got here the retreat organizing groups and Dharma sharing households. The “ten directions” household of brothers and sisters have been a bunch loosely outlined by the truth that all of us spoke English. Many have been from the West, however as our sangha demographic modified, we have been joined by siblings from Indonesia, Japan, Malaysia, and different Asian nations, in addition to the occasional Vietnamese sibling or those that had grown up within the West. The “ten directions” group of Advent fans within the weeks earlier than Christmas, the Plum Village monastic choir, and at last, the blood family of my monastic brothers and sisters who, by default, turned my siblings and fogeys, too.

Families inside households inside households–a unending community of connections. So many alternatives to belong. I felt wealthy and blessed. I loved a way of belonging and neighborhood I had not recognized earlier than in my life. Day by day I turned lighter and extra joyful. I began to glow as the sunshine of love, compassion and acceptance in me grew.

The joys of siblinghood

I beloved my worldwide sangha of brothers and sisters in Plum Village. Everybody was so useful, pleasant, welcoming, accepting, variety, and smiling. I felt accepted and embraced by everybody. I made many errors and was unskilful many instances, however I used to be at all times forgiven and accepted. I felt there was love and respect and an openness in our neighborhood; an acceptance of distinction.

When I ordained, there have been about 40 sisters in Lower Hamlet, eight of whom have been from Western nations. Because we shared a typical language and comparable cultures, I bonded with them naturally and simply. We spent so much of time collectively, going for walks, consuming meals collectively, singing and taking part in music and even dancing to conventional French folks music on the slippery picket ground of the Dharma Nectar Hall, amid peals of laughter as we struggled to grasp the speedy steps and turns.

For a few years, on lazy days in chilly winter months, we’d huddle across the range within the Dharma Nectar Hall to eat breakfast, speak, chortle, and share tales, without end hoping the hearth’s feeble warmth would ultimately heat our freezing limbs.

In hotter months, we’d gravitate to the Old Bell Tower for picnic lunches, sharing goodies that associates or household had despatched. The identical group would collect behind the Dharma Nectar Hall each June as we celebrated my birthday amid an abundance of completely satisfied faces, small items, inexperienced leaves and grasses and delicate wildflowers. It was an thrilling, joy-filled time of discovery and bonding with a beautiful household of inspiring and engaged Western nuns–I felt completely satisfied, beloved, and embraced. I felt I belonged.

Taking up a brand new problem

Twelve completely satisfied years handed with none main challenges. In March 2019, I moved to Magnolia Grove Monastery in Mississippi, USA, with a purpose to discover life in a smaller, Vietnamese-speaking neighborhood. Not many understood this alternative, however I wished to deepen my observe, study extra about neighborhood life and immerse myself in Vietnamese language and tradition. At the identical time, this was a possibility to reconnect with my very own cultural roots. While not precisely the identical, American tradition has many issues in widespread with my unique Australian heritage. It was the primary time in nearly forty years that I had lived in an English-speaking atmosphere, having left Australia once I was solely twenty-two to maneuver to Switzerland. I loved the benefit of reference to our U.S. associates, and felt the joy of a brand new starting.

Magnolia Grove Monastery stands on 120 acres of wooded land and sprawling lawns. The woods are dwelling to squirrels, raccoons, possums, deer, rabbits, armadillos, and birds of all types, together with the ever-present ravens with their distinctive, plaintive calls, putting turkey vultures and majestic eagles. By day, the woods echo with the sound of red-crested woodpeckers and at night time the hooting of owls. In springtime, birds of all colors hop about on our lawns and nestle in our bushes: amongst others brown thrashers, blue jays, flaming purple cardinals, and sensible southern yellow finches.

Although numbers fluctuate, the Magnolia sangha is a small and comfy household of about 20 sisters and, till just lately, 10 brothers. All the sisters stay collectively in a single home, which has the comforting really feel of a household dwelling. It was a beautiful new expertise for me to find our prolonged household of native American and Vietnamese associates who help our sangha–they go to usually and nourish us with their beneficiant smiles, serving to palms, and the tasty dishes they provide. In my first 12 months right here, we went for day journeys to close by Sardis Lake and have been taken out on associates’ boats. We picnicked, swam within the lake, went for walks alongside the seashore, napped in hammocks slung between pine bushes, performed music and constructed brotherhood and sisterhood. Once once more, I felt a beautiful sense of household and belonging.

Then alongside got here COVID-19. Suddenly my world constricted.

COVID-19 modified every part

In order to guard the well being of our sangha, we closed our heart to the general public in March 2020. We remained closed for greater than a 12 months till July 2021. After two months of welcoming company and a smaller-than-usual summer time retreat, the Delta variant arrived, so we determined to shut the monastery once more.

My coronary heart sank. I missed the contact with our lay associates. Although I had helped with many on-line retreats and weekly observe classes all year long, it didn’t fulfill my deep aspiration to assist all beings cross to the opposite shore!

For the primary time in my monastic life, I started to query my sense of goal.

The significance of a way of goal

As for a lot of others, the final two years of closures and lockdowns left their mark on me. Five months spent (unvaccinated) in a small home in Houston, Texas, added to my sense of disconnection and isolation. Occasional Zoom calls, on-line retreats and weekly on-line classes alleviated some of my felt sense of isolation however didn’t fulfil my want for extra human contact and head to head interplay.

Existential questions started to come up: Who am I and what am I right here for if our monastery is closed?

If I can’t keep up a correspondence with lay associates, how can I understand my deep aspiration–and assist understand our trainer’s aspiration–of therapeutic the world? Of bringing Buddhism to the West? Of facilitating a collective awakening?

For the primary time in my monastic life I felt deeply challenged and alone.

An endangered species?

When I ordained, there have been about forty Western brothers and sisters older than me within the sangha – roughly twenty of every. I by no means questioned their existence, and by no means imagined that at some point they won’t be there. It appeared so regular, and I took them without any consideration, the way in which a toddler naively thinks its mother and father won’t ever die.

Over the years, although, I witnessed the departure of so many Western siblings – each older and youthful. It was typically excruciatingly painful for me however with time I got here to just accept that this was not the best path for everybody and definitely not a simple path for anybody, it doesn’t matter what their origin.

Right now, above me in ordination age there are solely eight different Western sisters and about ten Western sisters who come after me, in our worldwide Sangha of about 4 hundred nuns. Two thirds of all Western sisters have left our sangha. I’ve begun to really feel that Western nuns have turn out to be an endangered species, quickly to turn out to be extinct.

Why is that this so? What are the conducive situations for Western ladies to need to ordain into our neighborhood, after which what are the “sufficient conditions” for them to remain? I understand the reply varies for every particular person–everyone seems to be completely different and has a distinct story, a distinct background, completely different wants, and is in a distinct place of their lives–nevertheless, I proceed to carry this query in my coronary heart.

Taking inventory

Looking again at my monastic life and reflecting on what has stored me right here up to now, I see there are a variety of causes, not only one.

My robust volition, sure. My Bodhicitta, sure. But additionally, my good-enough well being. My outgoing nature. My pleasure of connecting with others. My skill to see the wonder in all individuals and cultures and settle for variations, settle for otherness. My resilience. My capability to tolerate frustration and slowness of change. My religion within the observe, my religion in our trainer and in our neighborhood. My love and gratitude in direction of the sangha typically and in direction of my siblings particularly.

However, with out an open, welcoming, and compassionate sangha this could not be sufficient. Without the unconditional love of the sangha, I couldn’t develop and flourish. The sangha is really a vivid and radiant jewel. Collectively, the sangha can present what most people can’t: real love–non secular friendship, compassion, loving kindness, equanimity and inclusiveness. To this checklist our trainer added reverence and belief, and I wish to add: house and time. The sangha has given me house and time to be, to develop, to turn out to be, to study, to remodel.

The pleasure of monastic life

Recently I discovered myself speaking in regards to the trials and tribulations of monastic life to a visitor who had expressed curiosity in pursuing a monastic path. Once extra, I discovered myself gushing with enthusiasm. “Where else can you focus exclusively on what is most important to you in life?” I requested rhetorically after which, true to kind, answered for them.

The sangha is made of a set of people, and simply as nobody particular person is ideal, the sangha can be not excellent. We all have our blind spots, our areas of resistance, our unhealed traumas, oftentimes handed on to us by our ancestors and society, and the sangha is not any completely different. Is practising within the sangha sufficient to be completely satisfied? Enough to remodel our afflictions? Are situations enough for us to develop and heal? To flourish?

For myself, I’ve discovered that the observe of mindfulness as transmitted by our terribly completed and compassionate trainer, embedded in an open, evolving, loving and supportive monastic neighborhood, was the way in which to realize every part I used to be in search of in life. Till at present, I nonetheless maintain this to be true, and really feel extremely blessed. My gratitude overflows.


Most Popular

Recent Comments