Check out http://www.vegsource.com/ for a link to my talk at the Vegsource.com "Healthy Lifestyle" conference last summer in Los Angeles. Jeff and Sabrina Nelson have put the streaming video on their site. (You can also find it here at Dharmaradio.org.
(It helps to have broadband internet connections.)
Click on my picture on the vegsource.com site (I'm the monk in the orange robe), choose your media player and watch and listen to a talk about harmless eating.
I was invited to talk on Tuesday, January 11th, 2005 at the Kwang Hwa News and Culture Center in Hong Kong. My friend Larry Hsieh is a bureau chief there and through him I met the Director, Ms. Lu Ping, who is a well-known author in Taiwan and overseas.
Anthropology of Death Customs: A Photo Essay Some folks send off their deceased relatives in style, hoping they will enjoy their next life in luxury. These items, made of paper, are available for sale in Hong Kong to burn in the cremation pyre at the deceased's funeral. The intent is that they will have them to use in the afterlife.
We of the Dharma Realm Buddhist Youth are inviting you to join us in pledging (www.drby.net/drive) to recite the Great Compassion Mantra on behalf of all those whose lives have been touched by suffering in the South Asian earthquake and tsunami disaster.
Once a hermit cultivated the Way in the mountains. He felt that his practice of the spiritual life was in many ways, nearly complete. He was particularly pleased with his strength of concentration, his "samadhi power." He felt that his mind was impervious to external distractions, that he was patient before all states of mind, pleasant, unpleasant, happy, sad, boring and stimulating. His mind never moved, regardless of the environment. He stood on the rock precipice of his isolated kingdom and he stretched and scratched. He nailed together two boards, fixed them to a pointed stick and hammered the sign into the ground by the gate to the trail leading up to his meditation hut. On the sign he inked three words: "Mind like ashes."
Losers? (A Story from Three Steps, One Bow) We bowed through the Golden Gate National Recreation Area on a rainy February week, making slow progress along the Great Highway, just south of San Francisco. The rain was incessant; viewed from inside a cozy car no doubt the winds and the clouds and the whitecaps they kicked up on the Pacific Ocean were pleasant, picturesque. From the highway shoulder, movement was a constant assault: wind in our teeth, flying sand in the eyes, and restless thoughts haunting the mind. Thousands of cars passed by, staring, wondering, and occasionally stopping to find out why we were bowing.