Sangha in Berlin

June 13, 2010 § 7 Comments

O.K., one more, though I should be asleep. (I’m lying in bed in the dark, my laptop on my stomach. It’s not even five in the afternoon back home, but I am dead tired.)

Sangha is the Buddhist word for the community of practitioners, but, really, sangha is family. No, not family: family implies blood, and sangha—specifically the vajra sangha—is the group of people who, if you’re lucky, you share endless lifetimes with. You have already shared endless lifetimes with them. So it’s not the same DNA coursing through your veins and theirs, like family—it’s the sky and stars, the sun and the moon. It’s the tides and the wind. It is the mustard seed. Sangha is meant to support each other along the path; sangha has made a vow not to give up on each other, ever.

Today we had lunch. Noa is American but is working in Bhutan. Alex is English but lives in Vancouver. Anya is from Hamburg, and so is Hanno, her three-month-old son. Claire lives in London and Valentin in Madrid. We made a pact: No devices on the table. Valentin, whose English is excellent, requested that we speak slowly—in groups, he said, people tend to talk fast and in partial sentences. They cut in. He did not say this, but I felt he meant that people get glib in groups. They speed up; sometimes they lose their hearts.

We did not lose our hearts. This is how it goes: We meet each other once or twice a year in some part of the world where mostly no one of us lives. It is like “Brigadoon”—each time, only a day has gone by, though sometimes we have never yet met in this lifetime.

Some of us took a cab together from West Berlin to East Berlin afterward, and ended up in another cafe, now close to dinnertime, drinking espresso and tall glasses of cold water cut with hot. Though I had never met Claire before today, I’ll be sharing a house with her and Alex and some other people in France in eight weeks time. Claire asked me if I wanted to leave my little pad in Prenzlauer Berg and move in with her and Debbie (the mother of Valentin’s daughter) in their palatial rental in Mitte, after Valentin goes home on Tuesday. We can practice together. We can do yoga (Claire teaches yoga). Yes, I do. I want to wake up in the morning with all the ladies and have tea. This is how it goes. No introductions are needed. The truth is, even if we’ve only known each for a minute, we’ve known each other for all of time.

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§ 7 Responses to Sangha in Berlin

  • lynn says:

    equal parts – envy and delight 🙂

  • Lakshmi says:

    yes… yes.. I feel like I’m there (equal parts envy and delight.. mostly vicarious!)

  • jesse says:

    me too me too

  • pez says:

    me three. Love you, so happy you’re blogging!

  • Anonymous says:

    I’m going to make the no devices on the table when you get back stateside!!! XO

  • noa says:

    There were two rules: No devices and no more than 6 at a table. That second one is so hard. You go to these events and there are tens of people whom you love and with whom you want to reconnect but it’s so hard and then suddenly you’re part of what I have now named a “sanghapede” like a millipede. A group of sangha so large it has a hundred legs and no one gets to bond with anyone because the table is too long. But if we just stick to 6 and rotate, we can all have a good connect with the old and the new. It’s wishful thinking. Last night was a table of ten (British, Canadians, Bhutanese, Germans, Americans, expats nearly all).

    Thanks for writing Trish…I am relying on you.

    • Trish Deitch says:

      Oh, right. I knew that. I heard the six-people rule out of the corner of my ear, while V. put in the request, in my other ear, about the slowed-down conversation. Maybe six is a lot too.

      But ten! How fun!

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