Only Three Drinks, But They Were Buckets of Booze After my second bucket of whiskey and Red Bull at the Full Moon Party, I’d officially failed in my plan to stay sober, but succeeded in my plan to not have more than three drinks – I’d only had a bucket of mojito and two buckets…
As much as I wanted to follow up my yin’d out week at the Sarapatdi Monastery in Thailand with some yang’in by nomading it through the rural Thai countryside, my still broken body was as down with that as a duck with dinner at a patè buffet. I needed to find a situation with a…
On my last afternoon and Wat Klegonwan, the sky darkens, rains begin, thunder crescendos, the lights go out, and when trees begin crashing into the temple it becomes clear that this is no ordinary storm. The next day, a monk who has lived here for 23 years tells me it was the worst storm he…
Mott in his indomitable serenity had a way of dropping conversational bombs as casual asides. “You know tomorrow is Ne Suschij?” He asked on my penultimate afternoon at Wat Klagonwan. Considering no one else spoke English, no I had no idea what was happening tomorrow so I asked him to elaborate. “Tomorrow we do not…
Last night a rainstorm engulfed the mountain. The thunder wakes me before the 3 AM meditation gong. I am overjoyed to experience it. What could complete the picture of this mountain hideaway more than thunder and lightning illuminating drops playing romantic rhythms on the roof? Whether it’s the rain that stills my thoughts or not,…
Today at tea, after small talk and the daily exchange of English for Thai words, Mott asks me, “Can I ask you a question?” He said he saw me writing all the time and asked what one needed to do to become a good writer. At the end of the year, when he halts his trekking…
In a booklet Mott gave me, the Thai monk Chanmay Sayadaw writes that, “Talking is a great danger to the progress of insight. A five-minute talk can wreck a meditator’s concentration for the whole day.” Mott was a deeply peaceful person who seem capable of enjoying levels of profound stillness and serenity when he meditated.…
At 11am, Guay and I head to the office. I don’t think much about this meeting and sit beside Guay while the secretary says whatever she is saying to him. I gather at one point he is telling her that he had a hurt leg and that’s why he couldn’t lotus with the best of…
After breakfast, one of the younger monks and comes up to me and proclaims, “I teach you how to ca-pot.” I am making a mess of my bows to the Buddha and superior monks are noticing. Sometimes my brain puts things in the wrong file. My mind put all Buddhist monks as in the same…
When your brain dreams for the body, it desires bowl after bowl of fresh fruit—pineapple, durian, mangos, watermelon, papaya, melon, grapes, oh grapes!, strawberries, and a dozen fruits only Google knows. When your stomach is honest with itself, it wants you to fill it with pastries made from fresh fruit, coconut fried dough balls, pies,…
