There is this thing about capacity: though we often walk through our lives trying to impress one another with what is on our mind, or with our appearance and accoutrements, the basis for connection is actually less definable.
Capacity speaks to capacity. Both earth and sky.
This is what’s described by performers and teachers when relating that the make up of their audience, or the readiness and attentiveness of their students, genuinely matters to what comes forward from them in a given situation. It is true in group situations where there is no leader as well.
And this is something one see easily in a virtual world… ways in which it is possible to work with the sense of self and others from the inside-out.
It was simple to host meditations, even though Eliza was just learning herself. At first it was about keeping to a script, making sure that anyone new received basic guidance. Then, it was about the people, who, taking her initiative to be indicative of contemplative experience, would ask questions. She discovered she had or could find others who had, helpful pointers quite easily.
More often, she would just watch and listen, since hosting meditation is about holding space, extending time. She was gifted layered Zen robes, and formal bow.
Nine years later, hosting meditation is still when she feels most at home.
Next: More About Eliza’s Typist
Ask Eliza about meditation, and about Buddhism, if you want to find her heart. She has one of course, like you and me, except that hers is unguarded, perfectly suited for such explorations. Which may be why everything cracked open so quickly for her, mystery after mystery, like time inside a diamond.
First, there were the temples. A grandly domed structure, gilded in gold, sits majestically mountain top, surrounded by towering figures exuding stability and ease; a humble tea house with seating for few, beckons toward an open zendo and stream; a snowy resort cabin deeply hidden by a forest and waterfalls appears, land scattered with deer; then a wide field with sprinklers and ponds, finely detailed gardens, and an onsen.
Eliza found herself drawn back to these places constantly, attending meditations throughout the day.
Next: Chapter Four – Time