Column: A mystical week. Brought on by fever, chills and some holy events

Jane Reddington

Sounder Staff

Tuesday, June 14 2016

First of all, I got sick. Almost immediately after I congratulated myself on being in good health for the last few years, the sickness pounced on me. I felt fever one moment and then shivering in my winter coat the next minute. I flailed around in bed, hoping for sleep, feeling like my body had been invaded and I am powerless to rid myself of it. Time, I know will bring back my health but I was so mad. How dare I get a virus? One passed to me by my son, who ended up with fluid in his lungs. So I have been taking Tylenol and Advil and last night feel asleep with the tv on and woke up with it at 2 am. I didn’t fall back asleep until around 4 a.m. So much for a good night’s sleep.

My son starred in A Week with Pooh, this weekend and watching this timid little boy take on a huge part in a two hour play made me realize that really I know nothing about what lies inside my children. I know of their kindness and goodness, but not of what they might seek out to bring them joy. I am trying to let them go. At almost 9 and 11 years old, I feel them slowly slipping from my grasp, and I can only be there on the sidelines cheering them on. It feels like a natural rhythm of life to slowly prepare one’s children to leave the nest. My son was so humble, so modest, and shined so brightly and I wish I might never forget what he has accomplished this weekend. The timid boy was gone, and the young man has emerged with such a great sense of timing and humor that at times during the performance I wondered, is this really my son?

This week, on Thursday, June 16, I will also turn 43 years old and I was delightfully surprised that one of the story assignments this week was to meet a Tibetan Buddhist Monk. I felt like the universe was giving me my birthday present early. I have always been fascinated with Tibet, Nepal, the Himalayas, and Everest and particularly the monks that live with the Dalai Lama. In the brief time I sat with my new friend Monk Losang Samten, I felt that I was in the presence of someone truly holy and I felt so very blessed. I got a glimpse of the divine and was reminded that everything we do should be to help others and offer kindness. When it came time to leave, I had to hold back the tears. I felt so peaceful in his presence and saddened that we only had a few minutes together.

I have got to walk on the mystical side this week in so many different ways. I will take my children this week to see the sand mandala that Losang has been creating at the Netloft. I want them to meet this man that embodies everything I wish I could be. We talked of sadness and struggle and not letting these things prevent you from opening yourself to the world. I am wide open and ready to learn and feel at 43 I am starting a new chapter to unwrap the present that is my life.