written for the DPchallenge
Shouldn’t the best sound I ever heard be the first I heard of my three children – their voice in this world as they unattached from me by cord? Still connected I hope, despite distance and, in one case, silence.
Other sounds, perhaps not The best ever heard but in memory and invoking emotion – the saxophone and clarinet of eldest and middle child learning; their laughter when together; the sound of son’s voice as it changed; the family shouts from the couch watching football. Or the sea – calming and mesmerising whether up close and personal, or distant. And then as a meditator silence is a great sound. Have you heard Tibetan monks chanting? One single voice or a temple full. That sound sends shivers down your spine and serenity to your face – peaceful smile.
not monks chanting but a particularly moving performance of Himalaya – by Tenzin Choegyal at the 2010 Festival of Tibet, Brisbane Powerhouse, Australia.
But let me tell you about another sound. The voice of a great master. The energy in his presence ringing in my ears. No sound at all the loudest sound!
I could never have imagined how my life would change in the last few years. Could not have dreamt this job or written a position description for myself more amazing. With a couple of part time forays I’ve practically been a stay at home mother since eldest was born, conceived even. And then, on my own with them, it seemed all the more important. They were left with one parent and they should have all of that parent possible.
Later, I studied, but I could do that work from home. The beauty of it fitting it in between drop offs and pick ups – teenage years not disrupted by any change in mother’s routine. Of course I’d do things differently, wouldn’t we all? But I did the best I could, I did it out of love, I did what I thought was the right thing.
Several major changes taking place at once and I was searching. Children leaving university, leaving home, leaving school – I needed a whole new identity! Midlife. I did a philosophy course, I joined a writing group, walked more, met with friends – I hadn’t thought of getting a job – I wasn’t employable after all those years anyway right?!
One night, prowling the net, reading all things Buddhist, I came across this not for profit position. I believe there are no coincidences so it’s all panned out the way it was meant to but I stared at it wondering…could I show that I could do this job without years of employment and references to back it up? The blessings have flowed since seeing that ad – to cut a long story short I got the job, have learnt so much, so much has changed, so many wonderful things have happened and one day I met His Holiness the Dalai Lama. To a Buddhist, to a Tibetan Buddhist, that’s an incredibly special moment.
The little ‘oh’ he made as he turned the corner and saw me waiting. His giggle. The rustle of robes as he approached and reached out for my hand, our fingers twisted, energy connecting. And his voice, you may have heard it before many times but with his face inches from yours, foreheads close to touching, his voice in your ear – the living Buddha of Compassion, Chenrezig..that has to be the best sound.