So, I decided to let things be.
Instead, I signed up for an oil pastel class. I had really liked oil pastels when I had used them, years ago, in high school. It was drawing and painting at the same time, and I had made a portrait of a classmate that I remember vividly. (Why didn't I save it? Did I give it to him?) My boyfriend was supportive, too, so I thought I should go ahead with it.
Tom with my portait of him. |
Along with the class, something interesting happened. My teacher, Carol, mentioned that she had attended a "sangha" (Buddhist group) in Long Beach, Washington. "Really?" I said. "Did you have many attendees? I just can't imagine a Buddhist group in Long Beach, of all places!" I chuckled. "Yes, it was established by my husband and it's still going. We're starting a little sangha here." I was all ears by then, believe me! "A sangha here? " "Would you like to come?," she asked. Would I!
So I went to the little sangha and found that it was perfect, just what I wanted. It's a small group, no bricks and mortar, no tithes, no massive organization. We practice meditation and then discuss various Buddhist ideas. I presented a talk on "right livelihood" myself a couple of weeks ago. It's deep, Buddhism, and I have seen positive changes in myself, and a much more sustained meditation practice at home, since I have attended the group. And since this is a Theraveda sangha, there is no frippery or pie-in-the-sky nonsense you have to plow through. It's all about you polishing your soul.
I can only thank all-seeing Providence for this!
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