On Death and Grieving

 My maternal grandmother, Maxine Marinelli Beach, passed away last Sunday at the age of 101, just three weeks shy of her 102nd birthday. Though I had been preparing myself for her passing for a long time, I am surprised by the depth of my sadness and grief. I wrote this poem about her life and my memories of her to read at her memorial service.

Memories of Nana Maxine

Nana Maxine moved slowly,

inching along with her cane, which

she might point at you menacingly,

if you were out of line,

with an arched eyebrow,

an impish smile rippling across her face.

There was fire behind her eyes,

always twinkling,

quick to say “I love you,

a bushel and a peck,

and a hug around the neck!”

She leaves a legacy of

beloved landscapes,

rendered in oil paint,

and hanging in gilded frames.

An appreciation of fields and fence posts,

lazy rivers and softly sloping mountains,

sparrows and seagulls,

the shimmer of light on water,

the majesty of the sea,

and the thousand shades of blue, yellow,

and crimson in the sky at sunset -

an eye for the magic and wonder

of the natural world.

She survived a stroke that left her

paralyzed on the right side of her body,

and learned to paint again, left handed.

An artful life lived in the little details ~

Silver-rimmed cat glasses and colorful clothing.

A doorstop made of a stone with a ghoulish

little face painted on it. A Christmas

ornament of macramé with a chocolate

inside, and a note saying “Squeeze me

and I’ll give you a kiss!”

I remember chasing fireflies

out in the yard at Round Hill

on a warm summer evening.

Picking herbs for soup with her

in the back yard of our house in Georgia,

Playing Hearts and Rummy Cube with

her and Papa Dave at their condo in Florida,

where she also helped me with a school

project, in the fourth grade –

a topographically accurate map of Thailand,

fashioned with artists’ clay.

I remember receiving handwritten letters,

scrawled in her unmistakable left-handed script,

relaying the little details of her daily life and travels,

and brimming with affection.

I remember driving across the Midwest,

tracing the footsteps of our ancestors,

visiting grave sites and farms, and the banks

of the Mississippi at Nauvoo, as she compiled

the family history.

The last time we saw her, we sang the old songs

together, and she still knew all the words.

Wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother.

Artist and matriarch. Centenarian.

She lives in our hearts,

And we carry with us her sparkling smile,

her lovely paintings, and her unwavering love.

--Melinda Rothouse 

The Tao and the Waking Dragon: A Spiritual Journey Through Modern China

The ride from the futuristic international arrivals terminal at the Beijing airport revealed pristine highways, snarled traffic, rows of tidy apartment blocks, and modern office buildings, but I felt comforted by images of the Buddha that adorned the dashboard of the cab. I had requested a hotel within one of the few remaining traditional Beijing hutong neighborhoods, characterized by narrow alleyways framed by a mix of grey, tiled-roof courtyard houses and small shops. Our young hutong guide proudly identified himself as a Christian, eager to practice his English before attending seminary in Los Angeles. He spoke passionately of the importance of having faith—something to believe in—regardless of the dogma.

Although the communist government suppressed religious practice after 1949, and destroyed or defaced many sacred sites during the Cultural Revolution, the Reform and Opening period beginning in the late 1970s eased restrictions on religious practice. In fact, traditions like Confucianism and Buddhism have been encouraged of late by the government, which now sees them as promoting social harmony. Members of the younger generation will tell you that China is a secular society, yet in the next breath they’ll relate an elaborate Buddhist fairy tale, or explain (at the Temple of Heaven, for example) that despite religious differences, most Chinese can agree on the relationship between heaven, earth, and humanity. Older Chinese tourists bow and pray before images of traditional Taoist deities, while collection boxes housing images of the Buddha or Guan Yin fill with colorful bills and coins, even at a tourist jade factory.

From Beijing, our quest led to Shandong Province, where Confucius taught his many disciples, and where Tai Shan, China’s most sacred mountain, rises dramatically from the surrounding flatlands. Traditionally, the route to the summit required a six-hour climb over a steep stone trail. But today visitors can take an air-conditioned bus to a modern cable car that lets off near the peak. A wide path carved from the mountaintop winds through a series of sacred gates, shrines, and temples dedicated to various deities, including the imperial gods, Confucius, and the Taoist fertility goddess Bi Xia Yuan Jun. Benedictions from ancient emperors painted in huge red and gold characters sparkle in the sunlight, while pilgrims burn long sticks of yellow incense in huge, open-flamed burners. The day we visited, my friend and I encountered only one other Westerner on the mountain; we were such an anomaly that a pair of Tibetan Buddhist monks asked us to pose for a photo with them as a memento of their journey. Reaching the Temple of the Jade Emperor at the crest of Tai Shan, with its flags billowing in the crisp breeze and the sweet aroma of incense wafting by in thick curls of smoke, one can easily understand why the Chinese have revered this place as sacred for millennia.

From Shandong, we journeyed by train to Luoyang, in Henan Province, which our guide described as the “Heart of China,” because of its importance as a multi-dynastic imperial capital. She noted that while Shanghai was born only a century ago, and Beijing claims a 3,000-year history, Luoyang traces its roots back eight millennia.  Indeed, many local people have unearthed ancient artifacts simply by digging a few inches into their fields. The Luoyang region hosts some of China’s most famous sacred sites, including Song Shan, Shaolin Temple, White Horse Temple, and Longmen Grottoes, a collection of spectacular Buddhist caves. To the contemporary seeker, these sites provide a marvelous window into China’s religious legacy, as well as a complex portrait of contemporary attitudes toward spirituality.

Shaolin Temple has become one of the most popular tourist destinations in China. Legend has it that Bodhidharma arrived there from India in the 5^th century CE, bringing teachings that became the foundation of the Chan (Zen) Buddhist tradition. As the story goes, Bodhidharma also developed a series of postures that became the foundation for all subsequent martial arts lineages during a nine-year cave meditation. He taught the poses, which imitated the movements of animals, to his students to support their meditation practice.

A huge entry gate welcomes visitors to Shaolin Temple, framing a promenade lined with vendors selling souvenirs. One can opt to walk or ride though the complex in small, open-air electric buses. As with many Chinese cultural sites, the elaborate tourist infrastructure, along with strict government oversight of tourism, can hamper any sense of authenticity, yet the natural beauty and serenity of the area still inspire. The temple sits in a protected valley in the shadow of Song Shan, one of the China’s five Taoist sacred mountains, and still supports a thriving martial arts community. On a given day, one can observe groups of uniformed youth practicing their Kung Fu forms in unison near the temple grounds.

The unassuming White Horse Temple, located just outside of Luoyang, is named for the steed that arrived, along with two Buddhist monks, carrying the earliest sacred sutras to China from India. Held to be China’s oldest Buddhist temple, it was founded in 68 CE by Emperor Ming of Han, who governed from Luoyang. It’s a working temple with a contemplative atmosphere, where monks stroll in orange robes and devotees pay homage to icons of the Buddha and Guan Yin. Because most Buddhist monasteries were disbanded and destroyed during the Cultural Revolution, this type of devotional Buddhism (rather than the more meditative, philosophical traditions favored in the West) is typical of modern Chinese Buddhist practitioners.

Indeed, Buddhism has traveled a complex path in China, alternately revered as a compassionate guiding philosophy or rejected as an unwelcome foreign religion by various ruling dynasties. At the Longmen Grottoes, we learned how Tang dynasty empress Wu Zetian used Buddhism as a form of social control, pressing thousands of potentially unruly peasants into labor to create the Buddhist sculptures with the promise of rebirth in a heavenly realm. The grottoes consist of thousands of stone figures set into man-made caves and porticos, painstakingly carved into the limestone cliffs that abut the Yi river. The largest statue, an image of Vairocana Buddha, looks serenely over the valley from a height of nearly 60 feet. Some of the smaller carvings have been polished to a gleam by countless fingers rubbing them for good luck over the centuries. Many lack faces and hands, disfigured by weather, political conflict, and unscrupulous collectors, yet even the faceless bodhisattvas retain a sublime grace and dignity.

A tour of religious sites in China begs a visit to Wudang Mountain, enclave of Taoist sages and Tai Chi masters, in northwestern Hubei province. Wudang earned the designation of UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1994, and the film “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon” brought Wudang-style martial arts to an international audience. To accommodate the influx of tourists, the government has created a large welcome center, deployed a fleet of buses that whisk visitors around the mountain’s hairpin turns, and even installed a cable car to carry people to the summit. Propaganda signs painted on trash bins encourage environmental consciousness with pert slogans, such as “Every Lovely Plant and Flower Needs Your Priceless Love” and “Welcome to the Natural Oxygen Bar.” Yet the steep stone stairway to the Golden Shrine, perched impossibly upon the mountain’s tallest peak, offers truly breathtaking views of cascading, mist-shrouded ridges. And seemingly unfazed by the crowds, female priests still lovingly tend the magnificent Purple Cloud Palace’s Taoist shrines. A tangible sacredness permeates Wudang, drawing both curious tourists and students eager to study Tai Chi in its native setting. 

It’s not far from Wudang to Xi’an, in Shaanxi Province, home to a flourishing Chinese Muslim community. Now a formidable modern metropolis, Xi’an once welcomed Silk Road traders, and is one of the few Chinese cities that retains its traditional city walls. In addition to facilitating trade and communication between China, the Middle East, and Europe, the Silk Road also brought Islam into China, beginning in the 7^th century. Today, the city’s bustling Muslim Quarter still hums with small shops and street vendors tucked into narrow alleyways, offering everything from salted walnuts and dried apricots to freshly baked flatbreads and lamb skewers. Xi’an’s mosques feature a unique fusion of traditional Chinese and Islamic architecture, providing a welcome respite from the bustle of daily commerce in the streets just outside. Indeed, ducking into one of the smaller mosques in the neighborhood, one could easily mistake it for a Chinese temple but for the Arabic calligraphy, quiet prayer hall, and crescent moon adorning the rooftop.

My journey through China culminated in ultra-modern Shanghai, with its international character and eclectic architecture. Even in this most cosmopolitan of cities, I caught a whiff of quiet spirituality at the lotus pond in the People’s Park. In the Buddhist tradition, the lotus represents the triumph of the spirit over materialism. It blooms for only a few weeks each summer, and on a Saturday morning in June, Shanghai locals gathered around the pond, quietly cherishing the natural beauty of this sacred blossom. 

February Rains

Strange, unsettling dreams
and a deluge in the night.
Rolling thunder heralds cooler weather.
As daylight unfolds, dewdrops glisten
on plush leaves as north winds
assail the chimes.

Foggy Morning

Grey fog embraces the dawn
after a steady trickle of rain
that fell all night long,
drawing out the freshest
hues of green
and slowly coaxing
this parched landscape
back to life.

Moody Weather

Another cool fall morning ~
moist air drapes the world
in a blanket of dew that falls, lazily,
from the pecan trees in sparse droplets,
each hitting the ground with a distinct "splat,"
giving the illusion of rain.

The air feels thick and not quite hazy;
morning sun presses through
in soft rays, giving shape to space.
The squirrel's chatter is less insistent than usual.
Dogs bark, but with less urgency.
Even the traffic's hum has a gentleness to it.

I notice, with a flicker of recognition,
that even the weather has moods...

The New Year's Miracle

On January 1st we smashed pumpkins in the front yard,
dubbing them "the Baby New Year," and filling them
with our hopes and aspirations,
in an impromptu ritual of endings and beginnings.

At midsummer a vine began to grow,
lengthening with the long days of August and September,
sprouting lavish yellow blooms that nurtured the bees.

And now, in autumn, a new pumpkin has emerged,
turning from a deep green to a golden orange ~
We check its progress each day,
marveling in this process of co-creation.

Buddhist-Christian Dialogue in Austin, TX

This article was originally published on the Austin Shambhala Meditation Center's Shambhala Times News blog.

Austin Shambhala Center Hosts Members of Cristo Rey Catholic Church

On a recent Thursday evening, members of Cristo Rey Catholic Church in East Austin visited the Austin Shambhala Meditation Center for an introduction to Shambhala Buddhism meditation practice. As a professor of religious studies and proponent of interfaith dialogue, I was thrilled to hear about this event. I had the opportunity to communicate with the leaders of both congregations about their experiences of the evening, as well as their reflections on interfaith communication more generally. Cristo Rey’s pastor, Father Jayme Mathias, has been teaching a world religions course over the past year, in which the congregation’s predominantly Mexican-born, Spanish-speaking members have had the opportunity to learn about and visit a variety of religious centers, including a local Hindu temple, an Islamic Center, a Mexican Baptist church, and a Mexican indigenous spirituality center. Father Jayme’s request to visit the Shambhala Center provided a growth opportunity for both congregations. On the one had, the Shambhala Center had never before offered instruction in Spanish. On the other, as Father Jayme notes: “The course on world religions has been eye-opening for many. Because some 87% of Mexicans are Catholic, they are not so accustomed to thinking of faith traditions outside their own.” Indeed, both congregations challenged their comfort zones, opening their hearts and minds for an evening of learning and discussion. When the members of Cristo Rey arrived, Austin Shambhala Center Director Billy Boyar welcomed them and offered an introduction to Shambhala Buddhism, with assistance from Rita Ricardo, providing translation and meditation instruction in Spanish, and Luis Iglesias reading passages from Shambhala: La Senda Sagrada del Guerrero (Shambhala: Sacred Path of the Warrior) by Shambhala founder Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche and Gobierna Tu Vida (Ruling Your World) by Shambhala’s current teacher, the Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche. Shambhala Center members Toby Bernal, Lynn Wolfe, Darren Dyke, and Ginny Foley also helped to welcome members of Cristo Rey for the evening. Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche, in his efforts to establish Shambhala Buddhism in the West, was a strong proponent of interfaith dialogue and study, hosting a number of interfaith conferences and gatherings, and founding Naropa University in Boulder, Colorado. Billy Boyar recalls: “I mentioned that Trungpa Rinpoche was interested in creating a dialog between Christian and Buddhist meditators. To accomplish this dialog, Rinpoche had organized the Christian-Buddhist conference on meditation in Boulder in 1985. I had the good fortune of attending that conference, where I heard a number of excellent teachers, both Christian and Buddhist. Relating this history was an attempt to find common ground.” Indeed, it seems that between these two religious communities in Austin, TX, common ground is alive and growing. Father Jayme, a frequent traveler to Asia, observed in a recent issue of the El Heraldo de Cristo Rey (The Cristo Rey Herald), his congregation’s weekly newspaper: “In Mexico, taxicab drivers place rosaries, images of saints, and other religious objects on their dashboards, rearview mirrors and visors. In Thailand, these same places are adorned with myriad buddhas and other Buddhist objects and images. Both in our Roman Catholic faith tradition and in the Buddhist traditions of Thailand, we find religious images and paintings, altars and incense, holy water and floral offerings. That is, despite our differences, there is also much that we share in common as members of the same human family.” In the spirit of interfaith exploration, I recently ventured to Cristo Rey for the 11:30 a.m. Sunday Bilingual Mariachi Mass, and what a wonderful experience it was to hear Father Jayme lead the Mass in both Spanish and English with such a lively musical accompaniment! I would recommend this experience to anyone. And, as a member of the Austin Shambhala Center I can certainly recommend the Center’s offerings of meditation instruction, public meditation, and other classes and workshops on mindfulness practice, Buddhism, and the contemplative arts. The city of Austin offers such a rich variety of religious communities and experiences, and it’s heartening to see some of them genuinely reaching out to one another. For more information on interfaith efforts in Austin, check out the: Interfaith Action of Centeral Texas (iACT)

--Article by Melinda Rothouse with gratitude to Father Jayme Mathias of Cristo Rey Church and Billy Boyar of the Austin Shambhala Meditation Center