The sacred mountain 
sheds tears to the desert.
Fragrance of new sage.

Every Sunday, I try to post an excerpt from my novel, The Awakening of Russell Henderson. Here’s another. The book is available at http://www.amazon.com/author/edwardlehner.

For some reason, I choked up and couldn’t speak. I pulled out my handkerchief, blew my nose, and, as discreetly as I could, wiped my eyes. When I left him that day my new name was Jampa (loving kindness) Dhargey (progress, development, spreading) Yonten (good qualities). I was overcome with emotion and went out into the forest and cried my heart out until I was exhausted. I never knew I could love a man as dearly as I loved RInpoche Tenzin Lhundup Karma.

Every Sunday, I try to post an excerpt from my novel, The Awakening of Russell Henderson. Here’s another. The book is available at http://www.amazon.com/author/edwardlehner.

He was then  silent for a long time, maybe to let that all sink in? It was getting to the point I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I was fidgeting and looking around, trying to distract myself from the silence.

“Russell? How did that feel?”

“What?”

“My silence.”

“Well, it made me a little uncomfortable.”

“Embrace silence, Russell. It is a time for our mind to rest. I see many who cannot be with silence, but must always fill that space with idle chatter. Or cell phones like this,” and he pulled out a cell phone from somewhere inside his robe, “or some other distraction from the that empty space.”

It was hard not to laugh at the cell phone, but I contained it, but he blew my mind, this new concept, silence. I considered it. I hated vacuums. Time, space, whatever should be filled, to be utilize time was money.

“But, people need to be productive. I always tried to plan and needed to consider any decision carefully for best outcome.”

“But, life can’t be planned, Russell. I could die in the next moment.” He laughed. “Then you would be upset.” He laughed again like his dying was a big joke. “A heart attack . . .  you could have a hard attack.” He laughed like me dying would be a big joke. “There could be an earthquake and we could all fall into the ocean.” He laughed like an earthquake was a big joke. “There could be any hundreds of things that might end this conversation right now. Yes, we plan. We create objectives for ourselves, but do not get attached to them. Life is here, and life is gone. Just like that!” He snapped his fingers. 

“Use your life well. It is precious. Be flexible. We have to bend like the tree in the wind. Sway with good and sway with bad. Be mindful. Mindfulness . . .  mindfulness is very important. We need to be aware of where we are and how we are acting towards ourselves, to others, and to animals, the environment. We become mindful through meditation. 

Every Sunday, I try to post an excerpt from my novel, The Awakening of Russell Henderson. Here’s another. The book is available at http://www.amazon.com/author/edwardlehner.

I got what I needed from the camper and locked it up. Like I need to lock things up here. And here I am doing, what? Settle down. It’ll do you good to relax. But I’ve been relaxing. Risk assessment? No talking? A month? I need to call Karen. Fuck!

I found my room. It took ‘austere’ to a totally different level. A single bed, a wash basin on a table, a straight backed chair,  a cushion to meditate on, and a window. No t.v., no computer, no cell phone, bathroom down the hall.

Maybe I should have stayed in the camper. Too many distractions. Go with the flow. Be adventurous.

I tried to call Karen to let her know what was going on, but the call went straight to voice mail. I left a message that I would be out of communication for probably four weeks and left the emergency number at the center with orders not to call unless a matter of life and death. I turned off my phone . . . for four weeks.