10-26-13 No Sangha meeting this Sunday

Twenty four brand new hours!

Dear Friends,

I hope you are all well.
I am sorry for the late notice, but I have been away from computers this week. We were in Pennsylvania celebrating my father's 94th birthday!
Robert and Monica are unable to host our meeting this week, so our next meeting will be next Sunday, Nov. 3 at 6 PM at the Unitarian Universalist Congregation of South Kingstown at the Lily Pads complex on North Rd. in Peace Dale.
I will be sending out a Sangha update this coming week with our schedule for the month of November. I hope you can be with us then.
In the meantime, I hope you are enjoying every single present moment. Below are some thoughts from Thay.... and remember you can access some wonderful Dharma talks attnhaudio.org.
with much love and the deep peace of the darkness before dawn for you,
“If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper. Without a cloud, there will be no rain; without rain, the trees cannot grow: and without trees, we cannot make paper.  The cloud is essential for the paper to exist. If the cloud is not here, the sheet of paper cannot be here either. So we can say that the cloud and the paper inter-are.

"Interbeing" is a word that is not in the dictionary yet, but if we combine the prefix "inter" with the verb "to be", we have a new verb, inter-be. Without a cloud, we cannot have paper, so we can say that the cloud and the sheet of paper inter-are.

If we look into this sheet of paper even more deeply, we can see the sunshine in it. If the sunshine is not there, the forest cannot grow. In fact nothing can grow. Even we cannot grow without sunshine. And so, we know that the sunshine is also in this sheet of paper. The paper and the sunshine inter-are. And if we continue to look we can see the logger who cut the tree and brought it to the mill to be transformed into paper. And we see the wheat. We know that the logger cannot exist without his daily bread, and therefore the wheat that became his bread is also in this sheet of paper. And the logger's father and mother are in it too. When we look in this way we see that without all of these things, this sheet of paper cannot exist.”  -- Thich Nhat Hanh

"The fresh and beautiful moon is travelling in the utmost empty sky.  When the mind-rivers of living beings are free, that image of the beautiful moon will reflect in each of us." ~ a Chinese Poem