Long story short, on Saturday night, I ended up in a room full of Buddhists.
I sat at a table, with my non-Buddhist friends, and 3 women I didn’t know.
One of my friends broke the ice, asked if any of the women were members of the temple putting on this fundraiser.
“I used to practice there,” answered one of the women.
She described the location of the temple. Turns out, it’s right behind the “big” Buddhist temple here in town.
The other Buddhist temple practices, in her words, a more “gentle” form of Buddhism. And although she wasn’t affiliated with that other, bigger temple, she had sought the advice of its spiritual leader.
One of the pieces of advice this spiritual leader gave was to reserve a room in your house for anger. When you come in from work, from the stresses of the day, you should go directly to that room, get your anger out, find peace, so as not to spread that anger to your family, to your children.
We all agreed, that sounded like a very good idea.
And then I thought about my life.
And I realized that there are days,
when I would never come out of that room.
(Image is “Prayers for the dead…” by Wonderlane)