And she bowed. She did. She bowed to every single one of us.
This is it, the last meditation, and we’re already talking again, so the intensity of it all has gone down. I’m not allowed to record in the hall, nor to talk in the parameter of the meditation hall, though we’ve resumed eye contact and communication again.And so, I just bolted out of my cushion when the last chantings stopped, I bowed, and turned on the camera.
You can see the red blotchiness of my face, a new sign of things being released in me from the vippasana (since, gone) and the tiredness of that 6-am-been-awake-for-two-hours-but-so-grateful look about me. But what is far more significant is what is going on behind me: our manager is bowing to each participant.
This is new and beautiful and touching. She is honoring each and every one of us for being us, for doing that journey, for standing up to it, for not backing down from facing ourselves. She is so modest, so happy to serve, so honored to have been there for us. Both female managers were just amazing, like a camp counselor who was really there for you in your intense short-lived overnight love and hate wars, they were there.e
Remember her telling me that she is my servant? Yeah, King Solomon spoke of that too, of the capacity to serve others, that that quality alone, that a king should always seek opportunities to serve others, is invaluable in becoming the greatest you you can be.
And so, also note, 8 foreigner girls, the other 80+ are Khmer (Cambodian people) and so lovely. The shakiness is me trying to tell a few kind souls who are offering to take my picture for me that I don’t need the help, and laughing nervously for what can you say when you can’t say with words?
Ever bowed to someone? I hadn’t until I started living in Buddhist countries. It is so glorifying to bow to someone else, to put yourself below another and show humble gratitude. But not the “I’m a mom and so I am a slave to everyone around me” servant, the I want to do this for another person who owes me nothing, and I owe nothing to, and to that person, I wish to humbly serve.
Your thoughts, or your silence, either way I love it.
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