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We came out in time to be at Wat Pah Pong for the Ajahn ChahMemorial Day on the 16th. After that we stayed on at Wat Pah Nanachat for a few days and visited a few friends and favourite places. Then we moved down to Wat Ratanavan near Kow Yai for a couple of days, then it was back to Bangkok. On Sunday we went out to Ajahn Jundee’s wat at Chonburi for Patimokkha and on Monday most of the day I spent at a very smart hospital for a check-up. Then Tuesday we came to Sri Panwa on Phuket. I’ve posted some pictures here.

We’re off tomorrow and should be arriving in Bangkok in the afternoon of the 14th, then going to Ubon to Wat Pah Nanachat the following day for the Ajahn Chah Memorial Day at Wat Pah Pong on the 16th. After that we’re not too sure what we’ll be doing but we’re booked to return on the 1st of February. If I can I will blog some news of our trip as it unfolds.

This was the scene at The Forest Hermitage on Saturday last when Ven. William Noblett, the Chaplain General to the Prison Service, commenced his presentation before taking questions and participating in a challenging dialogue with those present at a very well attended Angulimala Workshop.

And this was the moment when William very firmly told me that a Spirituality programme drawing on various faith disciplines and practices that Prison Service Chaplaincy HQ is developing had been discussed at meetings of the Chaplaincy Council that I had attended after I had claimed that prior to an announcement at a meeting in November I had known nothing about it. Afterwards I checked the minutes of Chaplaincy Council meetings and not finding it mentioned I was relieved to form the conclusion that perhaps I’m not quite gah gah after all.

It was late, pretty dark and very icy along our lane by the time people got on their way home and poor Samacitta and passengers didn’t get very far before almost ending up down in the Fulbrook of Lower Fulbrook. Fortunately no one was hurt but the car had to be towed away.

I invite you to read the debate in the House of Lords on November 25th, the night before the new Points Based System (PBS) went live for tiers 2 and 5 of the new Immigration Rules. Lord Avebury opened the debate and you will read there how he set out the problems that we are going to face now when attempting to bring monks and nuns in from overseas or when enabling some of those already here to stay. This is a very serious matter that threatens the future of some of the smaller temples and in terms of cost alone will be a significant burden on several.

If you start investigating the new rules and requirements you will find on the Internet pages of densely packed information that even I as a native English speaker recoil from. Put simply, from now on a Thai, Burmese or Sri Lankan Buddhist monk or nun coming to stay at any of our temples as anything more than a very temporary visitor will have to enter under Tier 2 as a Minister of Religion , a Missionary or as a Member of a Religious Order, in each case with a demandingly high level of competence in English required or just possibly under Tier 5 as a Religious Worker in a Non-pastoral Role. Temples will have to register as a Sponsor, a complex process that will cost three or four hundred pounds, and then for everyone coming in a Sponsorship Certificate will have to be issued at a further cost of £170, followed by the visa fee. And although Buddhist monks are not supposed to have money they will have to have a bank account with at least £800 in it as well as guarentees of sufficient maintenance by the sponsoring temple or body. The real problem however is the high level of English competence that will have to be complied with.

Unfortunately no one thought to talk to us before this became law. A couple of lay contacts were apparently informed but not the Sangha and we only found out too late.

Yesterday, well it’s past midnight so I suppose I’d better call it yesterday, I had to go to a Prison Service Chaplaincy meeting at a Christian conference centre in what used to be a very dodgy part of London down the end of Cable Street. The place was called St Katherine’s and not far from the dock of the same name. Just across the river is Jamaica Road where my Granddad lived before he ran away to sea. For years I’ve meant to find where Granddad was born and brought up and go there but never done it. Just before I left yesterday I suddenly thought of it again and quickly looked up the address, grabbed an old photo of him as a little boy with his mum and dad in about 1890 and after the meeting I found Keeton’s Road but not no. 74 where he was born. It’s all been knocked down and rebuilt, including the old Peek Freans biscuit factory. Never mind, but here’s the photo if you’re interested. By the way, although Granddad might be a bit surprised to know what I’m doing he must have seen Buddhist monks about a hundred years ago. I have ageing postcards he brought back from Burma.

Last night, with Rob driving, I motored down to London to attend a reception in celebration of Lord Avebury’s eightieth birthday a few weeks ago. It followed a concert by the London Bach Society – which I did not attend – and was held in a pretty swish joint between Regents Street and Grosvenor Square. Judging by the expression on the receptionist’s face as I strolled through the door of the Savile Club they are not terribly used to seeing a Buddhist monk there. Once the poor chap had recovered and satisfied himself that I hadn’t just flown in from another planet and that I really was on the guest list, Rob and I were allowed to make our way through and up the stairs to a wonderful room that quickly filled with a lot of very interesting and lively people. It was a stand-up, chat and circulate sort of affair with only three speeches that were all funny and inspiring. Funny because they really were funny and inspiring because they told of Lord Avebury’s incredible dedication and commitment to making things better. The first speech was by Jeremy – the first two pictures – who was the only journalist to forecast the Orpington by-election win for the young Eric Lubbock, as Lord Avebury then was. He had us in stitches telling us all about that and other of Eric’s achievements and interests and it was he who as a member of the Savile kindly hosted the evening. Then the next speech was by Eric’s daughter, Victoria, who told us about his arrest when he once stopped to talk to someone he knew who was demonstrating about something and the tee shirts she had printed for the trial that should have said ‘Lord Avebury is innocent’ but which instead came back from the printers bearing the legend ‘Lord Avebury is indecent’! Then there’s a picture of Lord Avebury himself who in his speech vowed never to retire but to keep on going for as long as he could and to keep on saying what is unpopular. And the other photos are some of the guests. Two and a half hours passed just like that. It was a wonderful evening with a very great man. Thank you very much Eric and long may you continue to be such an inspiration and example.

Many years ago, before I went to Thailand and while I was still an actor, I set up the Lay Buddhist Association for Wat Buddhapadipa which was then located at East Sheen on the outskirts of London. While I was drafting the constitution I sought some advice from a Buddhist solicitor who was recommended to me. His name was George Goulstone and he had a rather eccentrically arranged office in Lincolns Inn, at least I think that’s where it was, at any rate somewhere around there. He received me affably enough and gave me some helpful advice. Later when I returned from Thailand with Ajahn Chah and set to trying to revive the Hampstead Vihara I discovered that George had been a Director of the English Sangha Trust. He still lived up the road from the Vihara and I or someone made contact to see if he was interested in helping again but he wasn’t. In any case by the time I had met him all those years earlier he had already moved towards Tibetan Buddhism and was quite close to Chime Rimpoche who I knew well. The next time I heard of George was about ten or more years ago when Stanley de Freitas told me of this elderly Buddhist lawyer who had retired to a nearby village and who was not in the best of shape. George had retired to Goring on Thames with his partner Christine Kemp and I believe he had had to have both legs amputated. When he died a year or two later, one of his prize possessions, an old and very fine image of Amitabha standing, was sent over to us by Christine who I’d never met. I subsequently corresponded with her briefly and put her on our mailing list. Then in August this year I had a letter from a solicitor to say that Christine Kemp had been killed in an accident and in her will had left The Forest Hermitage a three foot high Buddha Rupa and some framed Bodhi leaves. She had been killed very tragically as she was walking just down the road from where she lived when the doors of a passing van flew open and hit her. She was killed instantly.  I was able to call and collect the framed Bodhi leaves earlier this month on my way back from Broadmoor but the Burmese Buddha Rupa had to wait to be removed professionally and brought here. It finally arrived last Monday and we’ve installed it in the room in which we eat.

Khun Nui who has been a year with us left today and so we are once again in need of help. We need a Retreats Manager, help with housekeeping at Bhavana Dhamma and help with cooking generally. We offer accommodation and food, a beautiful place to stay and a great opportunity for some worthwhile practice. If you think this might suit you, please get in touch as soon as possible.

 

Last Sunday, October 23rd, we had a very big occasion here when Dr. Khanungnit Garnett (Khun Tugktaa) of Banbury kindly organised a Tort Pah Bah for us to help repay the debt still outstanding on the purchase of Bhavana Dhamma (Wood Cottage). I’m delighted to say that it was a huge success with one of our biggest turnouts for many years and the largest sum ever raised for us at an event like it. 

To begin with the weather didn’t make a very good start to the day but we were better prepared than usual with a second marquee obtained from eBay and a rather good heater so when our guests arrived they had a modicum of comfort in which to enjoy a welcome cup of tea or coffee. The proceedings kicked off in our usual style with respects being offered to the Triple Gem, then those who wanted to took the Refuges and Precepts and the almsround followed. By then the rain had stopped. After the food we all reassembled in the Shrine Room for the offering of the cloth, the proceeds of the money tree and the array of supplies surrounding it. Then as a response to this impressive show of kindness and generosity I gave a talk in which I touched on the hundreth anniversary that’s just passed of the return to Burma of an English monk who led the first ever Buddhist mission to this country in 1908. That led me on to speak of the importance of establishing a home-grown branch of the bhikkhu sangha and the debt that we all owe to the monks from Thailand, Burma and Sri Lanka who aided by their supporters have done so much to help us establish Buddhism on this island. When the money was counted it didn’t quite reach £5,000 so the lady with the mike made a determined plea for a little more and in minutes it was over £5,000, which then in another burst of enthusiasm led to a rounding up to what was considered an acceptable figure of £5,099.99. That was when we noticed that the clouds had dispersed and the sun was shining.

We have benefitted lately by a windfall from my late mother’s estate and a generous contribution from the estate of Rosemary Alcockand these accompanied by other contributions when added to the £5,099.99 have this week brought the total debt on Bhavana Dhamma down to £52,250. Anumodana!

Yesterday I rose from my sick bed – it’s only been flu – and paid my first visit to the Thai temple at Kings Bromley where I chaired a meeting of the Theravada Buddhist Sangha in the UK (TBSUK). We had a very good turnout with Bangladeshi, Burmese, English, Indian, Sri Lankan, Thai and Nepalese monks and nuns attending from a number of temples dotted around the UK. And we were very well looked after by Phra Kru Panyasudhammawithet and the monks and novices of the Buddhavihara Temple at Kings Bromley.

There are some more photos on the TBSUK page, the last tab on the right at the top of the page.

Twenty years ago today on the eighth of the eighth, eighty-eight, Venerable Sayadaw U Thilawunta (Aungming Aung Sayadaw) and his assistant monk completed the building of our pagoda after eight days of building. It still had to be painted and the relics brought by Aungming Aung Sayadaw, as well as the Buddha rupas and earth from the Shweh Dagon Pagoda in Rangoon that I had brought back with me the year before, had yet to be enshrined. I don’t keep a diary so I can’t remember how long after it was that the Tih on the very top was formally installed.

In Burma on that day too, twenty years ago, on the 08/08/88, began a series of demonstrations against the tyrranical and dreadful Burmese military government, a regime that we were reminded only a few months ago will stop at nothing to remain in power.

Our Pagoda was named The English Shwe Dagon Pagoda and was dedicated to the welfare and happiness of all beings. Today let us remember all those who were murdered and imprisoned in Burma at those peaceful demonstrations twenty years ago and may we continue to hope that peace, happiness and prosperity will one day return to the Golden Land.

My birthday this year fell on Asalha Puja or as we call it for the prisons, Dhamma Day, on July 17th. As it’s one of the three festivals recognised by the Prison Service as special festivals that Buddhist prisoners can celebrate I went that afternoon to Gartree prison and afterwards to Stocken. In both prisons we managed a short celebration and for the Gartree group I took them a rather fine Buddha Rupa for the shrine that is set up every week for their group meeting.

The picture shows me setting off.

Later when I got back we had a mini invasion of former Warwick students fresh from their graduation accompanied by friends and family. Dr Pie had his PhD robes with him so I had a birthday photo with him in full regalia and we got a quick snap of Dr Boy, sorry, Dr Ant.

Gill came to see me this evening and brought the following sheet about Simon’s funeral on Tuesday.

Simon Bromwich

Simon’s funeral will take place on Tuesday 29th July at 3:00 pm at the Oakley Wood Crematorium, Bishops Tachbrook, Leamington Spa, CV33 9QP (directions attached).
In recognition of Simon’s beliefs, the service will be led by Luangpor Khemadhammo, Abbot of the Buddhist monastery where Simon attended. As you may not have attended a Buddhist funeral before, I thought it would be helpful to tell you the order of service.

1. Evening chanting – led by Luangpor
Please sit and experience the calm of the chanting.
2. Address from Luangpor Khemadhammo
3. Memories of Simon – led by Luangpor and followed by family and friends who would like to speak of Simon.
If you wish to share your thoughts or memories of Simon, please let me know and I will ensure that you have the opportunity.
4. Forgiveness Meditation – led by Luangpor where we can meditate
and receive Simon’s forgiveness and offer forgiveness to him, so
that we can part from him in peace.
This is an opportunity to let go of any regrets or misgivings.
5. The placing of incense, flowers and a candle on Simon’s coffin.

There will be offerings of flowers, incense and candles available at the time which you are invited to place on Simon’s coffin.
There will be flowers from the direct family only. If you would like to make a donation to the Monastery in memory of Simon, there will be the opportunity at the crematorium or send cheques, payable to “The Forest Hermitage” to the undertakers John Taylor Funeral Service at 178 Warwick Road, Kenilworth. If you wish to include your name and address we would like to be able to thank-you.

If you would like to join us after the service, we will be at Lapworth Village Hall, Old Warwick Road, Lapworth, B94 6LD from 4:30 pm (directions attached). If you could bring a small plate of food (sandwiches, cakes, etc.) to share with others, this would be much appreciated. There will be tea, coffee and soft drinks.

Gill and Alex

On Tuesday afternoon as I was on my way into London I had a call to say that Simon Bromwich, a long time Forest Hermitage supporter and committee member who had just the previous Friday flown to Vietnam with Gill and their daughter for a holiday, had had a massive heart attack in Hanoi and died.

This has come as a tremendous shock to us all, not least of course to Gill and Alex to whom our hearts go out to. They are both home now. They got back on Saturday morning and Simon’s body arrived on another flight soon after, and in the evening they came to see us.

Simon had no history of heart trouble and seemed a pretty fit forty-niner. Only the other day he completed a twenty something mile walk with Tahn Manapo as a recce for a fund raising walk they were thinking of organising. And then he was at Bhavana Dhamma for a weekend retreat. This was totally unexpected and just goes to show how you can never be sure of anything.

Sad as it is, I hope – and I’m sure Simon would have hoped too – that this might be a wake-up call to not take our time for granted and not to waste it.

Simon’s funeral will be at 3 pm on Tuesday, July 29th at Oakley Wood Crematorium, the South Chapel.

A week ago Saturday three friends from Thailand stopped by for the meal here on their way up north. Ven. Ajahn Jundee is a senior disciple of Ajahn Chah and the Abbot of a very beautiful monastery where I sometimes stay, to the east of Bangkok in Chonburi. Ven. Ajahn Nyanadhammo is from Australia but has lived for many years in Thailand and was for five or six years the Abbot of Wat Pah Nanachaht. He’s moved from there now to a new monastery that he’s built on the edge of Kow Yai National Park. These two senior monks were accompanied by Tahn Moshe and with them from Amaravati came Ajahn Vimalo who back in Hampstead days was known to us as Paul Windmill. They were driven by Alan Yearling who was once Ven. Aranyapo. After the meal we walked over to Bhavana Dhamma and had a cup of tea there before strolling back to see them back into their car and on their way. It was a lovely occasion and I was so pleased that they found the time to visit.

Years ago when I started going occasionally to the old Thai Temple at East Sheen, not far from Richmond, the monks used occasionally to take their guests to Kew Gardens. I’d never been until two days ago. We have someone staying from Thailand, Kew was mentioned and so on Monday, straight after the meal off we went. What a marvellous place and what a wonderful afternoon.

The picture is of me under a Ginko Biloba that Queen Mary planted in, I think, 1927. It looks like they’re pretty slow growing so the little one that I can see from my window back here at the Forest Hermitage has a long way yet to go.

What a great place is Kew for a forest monk to wander in.

At last week’s Angulimala Workshop there was almost universal dismay when I announced that because the importers had gone out of business we had no Buddha Rupas for chaplains to take away and offer their Buddhist prisoners. The next day I decided something had to be done. So I sat down to some determined Googling and eventually turned up a site that displayed a picture of a Buddha Rupa that looked identical with the type that Security at the Prison Service gave their blessing to and which we have been giving out for a number of years now. I rang the lady and learnt that they were expecting a container delivery of these and other things from Thailand on Wednesday. On Friday we went to have a look and discovered a wonderful Aladdin’s Cave of fabulous Buddha Rupas of all shapes and sizes as well as other treasures mostly from Northern Thailand. And only an hour and a half from here! As you can see from the pictures Roots Emporium is only a little shop, but next to it there is a lean-to building and both were crammed, floor to ceiling with hardly space to move around and look at the fabulous things they contain. What was remarkable too was that it hardly felt as if you were in a commercial establishment. That meant a lot to me because I really don’t like seeing people making money out of Buddha Rupas and Dhamma books. Not only that but we were offered a very generous discount. And so we came away laden with small Buddha Rupas of the kind we were looking for and some much larger ones for Buddhist shrines and multifaith rooms in some of the prisons.

As I said in my last post, last week was big for Buddhists throughout the world and a pretty busy few days for me too. As you might have read in the previous post, on Saturday, May 17th, we joined the London Fo Guang Temple for their annual celebration in Leicester Square and then raced back to make sure everything was ready for our big event the following day. Thankfully, Samanain and a few trusty helpers had done a great job and apart from a few last minute adjustments the next morning all we had to do was hope that the weather would buck up, dry up and the sun would come out.

So, last Sunday we held our celebration of the Birth, Enlightenment and Parinibbana of the Buddha. We had a good crowd, plenty of good food, and after the almsround and we’d all eaten we circumambulated one of the Buddha Rupas in the garden. In the picture we’re just setting off after I’ve finished trying to persuade everyone to be meditative, mindful and to please not get lost.

In the afternoon when it was all over we had a meeting of the committee of the Buddha-Dhamma Fellowship, that’s the outfit that formally looks after the place.

Then in the early evening Tahn Manapo and I jumped in the mean green machine that is the monastery car and set off for Oxford with Larry, who’d come to stay and drive for me for a few days, behind the wheel. We were going to a fund raising event for Save the Children in Burma that Aung San Suu Kyi’s son and a handful of Burmese and friends had organised at a school on the outskirts of Oxford. They’d asked me to say a few words which I did. I’ve heard since that they raised about £6000.

Monday was of course the actual Visakha Puja Day. I had accepted an invitation to join a celebration at Haverigg Prison in the evening, so I left Tahn Manapo to take the Monday sitting and shortly after 2 pm Larry and I set off for the southern edge of the Lake District. As you might imagine the M6 wasn’t much fun but the last part of the three and a half hour drive was quite beautiful. I got there just in time for the six o’clock start and I was made very welcome by the Governor, the chaplaincy and the men who packed the place out to enjoy the occasion and to hear me tell the story of the Buddha and afterwards the story of Angulimala and his meeting with the Buddha. It was a great evening but over all too soon and by eight o’clock we were back on the road for another three and a half hours.

On Tuesday, it was off to two more prisons, Gartree in the afternoon and Stocken in the evening.

Wednesday I didn’t do very much and Larry went back to Wales.

Thursday was again a quiet day pottering about in my garden and office. Then in the evening Nui took Tahn Manapo and I to a meeting of Warwick University Buddhist Society. It’s exams time and so attendance was practically rock bottom and it might have been the last meeting for this term and the academic year. A pity.

On Friday a very nice chap called Tom came to see me about helping with some driving and we agreed that he would start by taking me to Grendon and Springhill Prisons on Tuesday. So on that front, what with him and Larry, things are looking up at last. Then in the evening Maggie Dou, a very nice Chinese girl who used to be at Warwick Uni, came up from London to stay for a couple of nights at Bhavana Dhamma. She’s now qualified as a solicitor and later this year having joined a London law firm that has branches in China she will be going back to Shanghai. Our loss but Shanghai’s gain.

Not much happened on Saturday. Just the usual, a few phone calls and stuff to do with prisons and the Buddhist Chaplaincy for the Armed Forces Endorsing Authority.

And today Hema Hirani and her sisters came to see me. That was nice. Hema is also ex Warwick and formerly part of a fairly notorious group who used to run the WU Buddhist Society. They stayed chatting for a bit, then went over to Bhavana Dhamma for tea with Maureen. Later on they came back, said goodbye and then Hema successfully manoeuvred Mark’s little red car out of the carpark and down the drive and off they went back to London.

And that was the week that was!

After an early meal we raced down to London this morning to attend the Annual Buddha’s Birthday Celebration in London’s Leicester Square. Like last year we were delayed by the crowds converging on Wembley for the Cup Final and so we arrived too late for the procession through China Town. Actually we didn’t mind that as it was raining and we got wet enough nipping through the pedestrianised bit from where we had jumped out of the car in St Martin’s Lane. I had been asked to give a short address and I focussed mostly on the hope that the Buddha’s message brings us for a better and happier life. This, of course, is a big weekend for Buddhists throughout the world. Theravadans like us celebrate the Birth, Enlightenment and Passing of the Buddha, while for some other schools it’s the Enlightenment only and for our Chinese friends of the London Fo Guang Temple it’s the Birth that they celebrate at this time. And their way of doing it is to ceremonially bathe the images of the child who later grew up to leave his princely estate and eventually win full Enlightenment to become the Buddha. We were each of us invited to go forward and bathe an image. The images of the child prince show him pointing to the earth and to the heavens as he declared that this would be his last birth.

Nui, who works at the Butterfly Farm in Stratford, brought us a present of a chrysalis. There it is on the right, that silver pod. And next to it you can see what came out of it. We haven’t given it a name and we don’t know if it’s a he or a she, nor do I know the species but I’ll find out. If we want to give it a name we’ll have to hurry as it won’t long be with us, it can only live for a few days. How about this for a rebirth, it has no mouth!

I’m in a bit of a mess!

I should have been setting off for Grendon Prison about now but Nick, who usually once a week takes time after work to drive me, sent me a text to say he couldn’t leave the office this evening.

I’m lucky that I’ve got Ian and Nick, who between them usually manage a day and an evening each week, and lately Tomasz has been able to help with an evening, but I’m afraid it’s not enough and my prison work is really suffering.

I desperately need a man to drive for me three days a week. They could be three consecutive days with whoever’s driving staying overnight here for two or three nights, or if it were someone more local whatever days suited, or it could be more than one person between them making up the three days.

If there’s anyone out there who thinks they could help or knows someone, please get in touch.

I’m sure that many friends of The Forest Hermitage will be sorry to hear of the death on Thursday of Rosemary Alcock.

Before a long stay in hospital where she caught one of their infamous bugs, Rosemary had been a bright, cheerful, lively lady who brought so much fun into our lives. Her generosity was boundless and we often joked that if ever she heard or believed we needed or would like something at the factories producing it all leave would be cancelled and the staff would be put on overtime to meet her demands. After her health deteriorated she could only manage to get out here once a week but her sense of humour and plain speaking never left her and even in hospital she had some wicked things to say about the larger members of staff.

Her input here in years gone by was huge. She was a real diamond. And it’s been sad to see her fade but there it is that’s what we have to face and accept as we age and our bodies begin to fail.

Her last couple of months were spent in a home near Cambridge where she could be cared for and be close to her sister. There, at first, she brightened up and seemed much happier but the damage was done and by the time I saw her last Sunday she was very frail. She would have been eighty in December.

It’s been wonderful to have known her. Rosemary has brightened all our lives and I hope that through all the care she has lavished on others and all the good things she has done she will enjoy a favourable rebirth and in time come to know the secure peace of Nibbana.

Songkran is known to most visitors to Thailand as the Water Festival. In fact it’s the Thai, Burmese and Sri Lankan New Year. Its origins go way back to ancient India where it may have been a sort of Spring festival. As such its timing resonates well with us and the fresh, new growth we’re beginning see around us, the greening of the hedgerows and the blossoming of the rich variety of fruit trees in our gardens. To mark this renewal the Thais traditionally pay their respects by bathing their elders, beginning with the Buddha and it’s from that that the well-known water throwing progresses.

It’s become a tradition for us to celebrate Songkran both here at The Forest Hermitage and in Nottingham at Yod and Nid’s YodSiam Thai Restaurant. This year the Songkran Day fell on a Sunday so Yod decided to ask us to go to him the day before and then the next day we did it all again here. Both were wonderful days, even if the slightly chilly weather did reduce the water spillage somewhat!

There are pictures here of the day at YodSiam on the 12th and here of our celebration at The Forest Hermitage on 13th of April.

At the Prison Service Chaplaincy Conference last week I was invited to give a two minute ‘reflection’. I don’t write my speeches nor do I have anyone else write them for me so I can’t report now exactly what I said but I’ll try and give you some idea. You may remember from an earlier entry back in February that the theme of this year’s conference was ‘Trusting the Journey’ and while I was determined not to utter those words I accepted that what I had to say had somehow to chime with that theme. This then is roughly what I said.

There was a time when for me a journey was simply something I had to endure in order to get somewhere and home again. In those far off days my journeys were nearly always about work and my need to be somewhere on time to do what I had to do on some stage or film set somewhere or other. My journeys then had an objective; I had something to do, I had to be somewhere. Later, when I decided to go east and take my Buddhist interests and commitment a stage further I felt that I should make that journey a pilgrimage. At the time I had little idea of what a pilgrimage was but I took off and by various means made my way overland to India where for two months I wandered around the Buddhist holy places. The pressure was off, I had more time to look out of the window and I wasn’t so concerned about when I was going to get there but still I was journeying with the aim of getting somewhere. Then I went to Thailand and made my way up to the North East, to that corner bounded by Laos to the North and Cambodia to the East. There I joined a famous and wonderful teacher called Ajahn Chah and became one of the forest monks. The forest monks include monks who wander, who go on journeys that have a purpose but no objective. They might say that they are going in search of peace or a peaceful place but they are not travelling in order to get anywhere, and certainly not on time, or indeed to be anything. There I began to understand another kind of journey, one that has no objective but is done simply for its own sake.

Yesterday, the last speaker, talking about the latest developments within the Prison Service and the direction and journey it’s now taking, quite candidly admitted that no one really knows where this is going to take us. We could make fun of this or be quite cynical about the Prison Service off again, driven by yet more bright ideas and still not knowing where it’s going to be this time next year! But in truth we never know where we’re going to end up. We can’t possibly tell what’s going to happen or how things are going to turn out. On any journey it’s only this that we can really know about, just the placing of this foot in front of the other, now, at this time, that’s all. And if only we can do that well.

Doing it for the sake of doing it, doing it without wanting to be or gain anything, doing it without really knowing or bothering too much about where it’s going to take you, but doing what has to be done and doing it well, acting skilfully and virtuously, is not only the way to approach chaplaincy, it’s the way to approach life.

There’s talk of evaluating chaplaincy. And who thinks they can do that? The guys in suits who only talk money? But what about the inmates? At this conference there has been nothing from the prisoners but at the last conference we heard from two former prisoners. One of them, Bobby Cummins, I used to visit twenty years ago when he had long hair and was very angry. Remember what he said of you chaplains? ‘You’re diamonds.’

When you love the unloved, when you care for the uncared for and rejected, when you befriend the friendless, you’re diamonds.

Thank you.

At 3 o’clock in the morning of Sunday, April 6th, I saw that snow had begun to fall. When I looked out a few hours later it had stopped and to my amazement we were under a good six inches of snow. It was very wet, stodgy snow that clung to the branches, weighing them down and making everything utterly beautiful. When the sun came out it was even better. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen snow in April.

That day, Khun Dang, who had turned 60 the day before, was due here to lead the offering of the Tort Pah Bah that she had organised to mark her birthday and fifth cycle. As people began arriving small snowball skirmishes kept breaking out – a snow variation on the water fights that usually characterise Songkrahn. Of course this wasn’t supposed to be a Songkrahn celebration, we’re having that next Sunday but it was close enough to be in people’s minds. I gave the Refuges and Precepts then instead of an alms round outside everyone queued in the Shrine Room to put food in our bowls. After the meal came the offering of the Tort Pah Bah and then I spoke a few words of explanation and I hope, encouragement. Because I knew that some people present wouldn’t be able to make it next week I announced that we would have a mini Songkrahn and again everyone queued, this time to bathe the Buddha Image and then our hands.

It was a great day and made even better by an offering made towards what is still owed to the bank for Bhavana Dhamma (Wood Cottage) of a total of £3,861, made up of £200 from Thailand, £200 collected here, £240 that came in the post and £3,221 that was brought on the day. Fabulous! This week, with Khun Dang’s help as she’s turned 60, we’ve brought the debt down £6,000 to £73,000. Anumodana!

And for Khun Dang, Happy Birthday!

There are some pictures here.