“This is something everybody can do. Don’t underestimate yourself: you have the ability to wake up. You have the ability to be compassionate. You just need a little bit of practice to be able to touch the best that is in you,” wrote great Zen master and peace activist Thich Nhat Hanh, pointing to our shared ability to be present, alive, and fully awake in the here and now. “Enlightenment, mindfulness, understanding, and compassion are in you. Very simple practices — such as meditative walking, mindful breathing, or washing dishes mindfully — make it possible for you to leave hell and touch the positive seeds that are within you.”

For most of us, our meditation practice is bound to a quiet place in our home, in our mind, in our soul. A place we hold dear and sacred, away from the daily rush with its noise and stresses. But so often, we let it slip out of our minds that meditation is essentially a life practice, something that is intended to be integrated into our daily activities, no matter where we are and how we feel. Its essential aim is to make us deeply aware of our human condition, more resilient, and more open to other people and the simple wonders of nature around us, so simple that we learned to ignore them and not pay attention to their healing power.

This is what author Roxane Marie Galliez and illustrator Seng Soun Ratanavanh explore with exquisite tenderness in Thank You, Miyuki, a splendid children’s book about mindfulness, simple wisdom of connecting to nature, and attention as an essential form of meditation that everyone can practice, regardless of their age.

The story opens with Grandpa silently sitting in meditation when his granddaughter Miyuki, playful and joyfully curious as ever, interrupts him to offer him a cup of tea that she made just a few minutes ago.

Thank you, Miyuki, but I just want a moment to meditate.
What’s meditate? Is it a game? Teach me! I want to meditate, too!

Grandpa regards Miyuki with delight, gives her a kiss, and takes on her generous offer of tea. As he drinks it, he pays close attention to all the flavors Miyuki describes and savors it as if it were a rare tea. Then he silently stands up and heads towards the garden, and Miyuki follows him excited and intrigued at the same time.

When do we start to meditate, Grandpa?
Grandpa takes Miyuki’s hand, and together they watch the bees hovering, the stones standing still, the grass slowly growing.

On their way back, Grandpa stops to smell a rose before it closes. Miyuki smells the rose too and then asks again:

But Grandpa, when will we meditate?
Miyuki, we have meditated all day long. When we walked on the path in silence, admiring the garden, the bees, the stones, and the grass, we meditated.
(…)
And when we smelled the rose we meditated?
Yes, Miyuki.
Grandpa, we have meditated!

“Out in public, we have the opportunity to notice and interact with people who are different from ourselves. Perhaps they are richer or poorer, handicapped, a different race or ethnic group, gay, straight, young in a place of old folks, or old in a place full of young folks. Spiritual practice is the art of taking time to see each other, to let our eyes meet, smile,” wrote Christina Baldwin while giving impetus to journaling about our spiritual journey and manifesting its core values in the mundane, the often uninspiring, and dreamed-through parts of our life. “Spiritual energy brings compassion into the real world. With compassion, we see benevolently our own human condition and the condition of our fellow beings. We drop prejudice. We withhold judgment.”

Compassion is one of the core Buddhist practices that allows us, at least for a few moments, to step out of our ego-created protective shells and direct our energy towards others, wishing to relieve them of their suffering, to feel what they feel, and soften our hearts. But this is often very hard to do, for to truly allow ourselves to feel another person’s pain requires not only open-heartedness but also courage.

This is exactly what Pema Chodron, an American Buddhist nun of immense wisdom and kindness, sets out to teach us with a simple, on-the-spot practice called “Just like me,” included among 108 other whole-souledly exercises in Comfortable with Uncertainty: 108 Teachings on Cultivating Fearlessness and Compassion. When we find ourselves in an unwelcome situation, for example, stuck in a waiting room or a traffic jam, we should look around us not to see the obstacles or causes of our frustration but our common humanity, “Just like me, these people have somewhere to go. Just like me, they feel trapped and frustrated. Just like me, that person doesn’t want to suffer. Just like me, she doesn’t want hatred coming towards her.”

JUST LIKE ME
by Pema Chodron

As a result of compassion practice we start to have a deeper understanding of the roots of suffering. We aspire not only that the outer manifestations of suffering decrease but also that all of us could stop acting and thinking in ways that escalate ignorance and confusion. We aspire to be free of fixation and closed-mindedness. We aspire to dissolve the myth that we are separate.
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I do this sort of thing in all kinds of situations—at the breakfast table, in the meditation hall, at the dentist’s office. Standing in the checkout line at the market, I might notice the defiant teenager in front of me and make the aspiration, “May he be free of suffering and its causes.” In the elevator with a stranger, I might notice her shoes, her hands, the expression on her face. I contemplate that just like me she doesn’t want stress in her life. Just like me she has worries. Through our hopes and fears, our pleasures and pains, we are deeply interconnected.

“Snow brings a special quality with it, the power to stop life as you know it dead in its tracks,” wrote Nancy Hatch Woodward. “There is nothing you can do but give in to the moment at hand —what I call the Zen of snow.”

A century earlier, Joseph Wood Krutch, while contemplating the man’s relationship with nature, observed, “The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.”

How simple this phenomenon is and how powerful its effect can be on the receptive mind shows our intricate connection to the source of life and its ability to evoke the subtlest feelings of sheer joy and unconditioned happiness.

Reading these reflections also reminded me of time when mesmerized by the intimate dance of white particles outside my window, I lost myself in the moment of constant perception and contemplation of nature’s beauty. In that moment, all of the troubles of daily life faded away into the distance and left nothing but presence and a feeling of oneness with nature.

The same sentiment of pure awareness is echoed by one of the dearest American poets Wallace Stevens (1879 – 1955) in an enthralling poem The Snow Man which appears in the collection Harmonium. Read here by a hypnotic voice of Tom O’Bedlam of SpokenVerse:

THE SNOW MAN
by Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.