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A Treasured Possession
By Lisa Van Atta,©
I had a wonderful experience
right after the Cloud Mountain retreat . . .
During your teachings on death and impermanence
in one of the first days of the retreat, you asked us to think about
what possessions we might want to hold onto until right before the
time of our death. You mentioned someone who had given away everything
except his books, which were most dear to him, and which he gave
away only right before his death. Well, the thing that came most
clearly to my mind during that meditation was a crystal cross that
I had given to my Catholic grandmother many years ago for Christmas.
She had it for many years, and kept it by her bedside as she was
dying of lymphoma. After her death, my aunts gave the cross back
to me, saying my grandmother wanted me to have it. It was very dear
to me because of my relationship to my grandmother, and I thought
I'd have it for the rest of my life. I kept it in a small wooden
box in my bedroom.
When I got home from the retreat on Sunday afternoon,
my fiancé told me that we had been burglarized earlier in
the week. The police had been notified because there was some damage
that we wanted to report to our landlord, but my fiancé told
the police nothing had actually been stolen. He told me to look
around to see if I noticed anything missing that he had not. I looked
around . . . everything of "value" seemed to be there
. . . stereo, CDs, computer, etc. However, I knew instantly what
was probably gone.
Yes . . . it was that small wooden box that
contained my grandmother's cross. It was no longer there.
But do you know what my reaction was? After
a split-second of sadness, my true, pure feeling was that the individual
who took it needed it more than me, and I sincerely wished that
person love and compassion. My reaction shocked me (not to mention
my fiancé!), and I have been practicing and meditating on
that experience (and the other teachings of the retreat) since.
It has been such a wonderful lesson on so many different levels,
and I am so thankful.
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