The guest poster is a novelist, mother, and practitioner.
The field is right there in front of me, shimmering in the bright light, filled with beings…. an expanse of color, except for our uniforms, which are gray. Someone yells, “Come on, get a hit for Mama!” Parents sit on the sidelines, nursing cups of coffee. The dew sparkles in the grass like jewels.
My kids play a lot of baseball, so in the spring particularly my weekends are full of games.
Spring is also the time that things speed up at our Center. There’s always an empowerment on the calendar, which inevitably falls on the weekend of my kids’ baseball playoffs. Since I started practicing Buddhism, or Dharma, in earnest almost five years ago, this has been a bit of a challenge for me.
Tug of war?
As parents and Dharma practitioners, sometimes it can be tough to balance everything. We miss a lot of good stuff. Empowerments, Festivals, Celebrations, workshops, pujas, retreats. We are lucky to have many opportunities to practice, of course, and yet, for me, sometimes, I have felt my commitment to my family as something pulling me away from going deeper into the Dharma. It felt like a tug of war, my family on one side, my wish to strengthen my practice on the other.
The first year I was practicing Dharma seriously, when I realized I was going to have to miss the empowerment for a playoff game, as well as a coming retreat that just wouldn’t work with my kids’ schedule…. let’s just say I was not relying upon a happy mind. “I want to do so many of these things, but I can’t. I can’t,” I said to my teacher, my eyes welling up with tears.
He laughed (kindly, and with zero pity for my alleged predicament) and said something about modern Buddhism.
I knew modern Buddhism meant that we don’t need to go off to the Temple to practice; we can practice in our daily lives. Which, at that moment, I took as, “if you’re unlucky enough to miss a retreat and an empowerment, just try (if you can) to make the best of it.”
That year, I paced the edges of the field, thinking about how everyone else at my Center was absorbing blessings and making spiritual progress while I was stuck there at the game. Not only stuck: incredibly anxious. The game was close, and I ended up barely able to watch the plays, walking away a bit from the field, putting my hands over my eyes, so tense about the outcome that I couldn’t look. If they lose, I thought, my son will be so sad….if they don’t give him a good position, he’ll be so sad…if he messes up in the field, he’ll be (you get the picture)… I can’t even remember now if they won or lost.
Gradually, as time went on, I received more teachings in Lojong: transforming whatever is happening into the path. Everything is a spiritual gift, to this view, allowing us to practice when we miss our flight, or get stuck in traffic, or have a heartbreak of some kind…and everything where your kids are concerned is a possible heartbreak, even if it’s a tiny one. By accepting what occurs we have the flexibility to see it in meaningful ways.
The game was hardly adversity, but could it be something to transform? Could I be like the peacock, eating the poison of painful baseball losses to strengthen my mind, my ability to roll with whatever happens and bring it into my spiritual path? Could I use it to begin to transform all the things my kids go through that I have no control over and worry about — not just games but school, grades, friends, health, well being?
I tried. I began to relax a bit. There’s a lot of downtime if you are a spectator at a baseball game, and I used this time to focus my mind, thinking “I accept,” every time there was a dropped ball, or a strike out, or my son wasn’t asked to play at all. The games became a little more enjoyable.
Another season, another playoff game, another empowerment — I wasn’t going to miss this one, but I would miss the commentary: This time, I was ready, or thought I was.
The game began. My son’s team was losing a lot that year, and I felt the disappointment keenly. The pitcher on the other side was really good.
I was rooting hard for my son’s team. I found myself rooting so hard I was asking for help. Who from? The Buddhas, of course. I recited the Tara mantra. Please, I thought. Help.
Then I thought, Help who? Help what? What am I doing? What am I asking Tara to do?
Could the Buddhas possibly care that one side (my son’s side) would win the game over the other side? No. The Buddhas didn’t care which side won this game. I needed to look at things more deeply.
I took a few breaths and imagined my Spiritual Guide, Geshe Kelsang, standing right in the middle of the not-so-vast baseball field, about where the pitcher stood, smiling at me.
Two seconds later, from the row of seats next to ours where the other team’s parents’ sat, a chant began: “Go Buddha Go! Go Buddha Go!”
I must have heard wrong. I walked over to them. “What are you saying?”
“Buddha. It’s his nickname,” they said, pointing at the pitcher.
A few minutes later, one of our players started gasping; he had asthma, and the inhalers his parents had brought were empty. The parents panicked, debated bringing him to the hospital. I went over to “Buddha’s” parents — did that side happen to have an inhaler? Turns out they did. They offered it to us, so that our team member could breathe.
I decided to get a cup of lemonade to absorb what was happening. I chatted with the coach’s kid, who was selling me the lemonade. I gave her a dollar. “It’s going to a camp for kids with cancer,” she said. “My sister used to go there, before she died.”
I didn’t know that the coach’s daughter died.
I thought the coach just wanted to win the baseball games.
But I saw, standing on the sidelines, that that wasn’t it at all. The coach knew the baseball game wasn’t really important — he was there out of love.
That’s why all of us are here at the sidelines, I thought. We’re just there to love. That’s our JOB. And when we have our hands over our eyes when a kid drops the ball, when we wince and frown when things don’t go our way, we aren’t doing our job. In fact, that’s our job as parents. That’s our job as aspiring Bodhisattvas. To love.
The field of modern Buddhism
The insight moved through me and I looked at all the kids and the spectators with different eyes. It was as if every meditation on universal compassion I had done was coming to life right there. I loved everybody at that baseball field in that moment. This particular insight didn’t happen in the meditation room. It didn’t happen on the cushion (though all those meditations were necessary, of course). It happened in the field …
… the field of modern Buddhism.
That spring, I was sitting at the sidelines of my older son’s game, when I saw a wonderful woman I knew with a son on the team; I’d seen her mostly at PTA meetings. She seemed unusually upset; she walked by me and sat down in a portable chair she’d brought, fighting back tears. I asked if she was okay.
“Just having a really hard time right now,” she said. We chatted for a few more moments, about hard times and baseball, watching the game. It was a beautiful day, clear, breezy. The boys were playing all right.
“I go to a meditation class, if you ever want to check it out,” I said after a while, lightly. “It’s really helped me.”
She turned. She looked me straight in the eye. “YES!”
We made a plan to go together the next week. She’s still going, over a year later — we are Sangha now. She tells me often how her Dharma practice has given her great joy, how much it has transformed her life.
Now, when I go to the field, I’m ready.
Sometimes, on a really beautiful day, it feels as if the air is humming with blessings, and I can feel the joy of the kids playing the game in the breeze, and it’s easy to offer all of this enjoyment up to the Buddhas.
Sometimes I focus on the kids on the other team and try to cultivate love for them, see how much they want to be happy (and get hits) and don’t want to suffer (and strike out) just like everyone else. Or I think about how we have all been born and reborn so many times that these “other people’s kids” were my children, my parents, in previous lives.
Or I try to dissolve it all into emptiness. Do we care who wins the games that take place in our dreams? I try to find it — where is the field? Can you point to it? Where is the blue of the sky…. or I imagine that the field is a field of karma, the karma of everyone ripening right now on this field in strike outs or home runs, all of us having this collective karma of playing this game together….
Or I think about how, when I am hoping for my son to get a hit, I am really wanting his samsara to work out….We want our kids’ samsara to work out, don’t we? We want them always to get A’s and home runs and everything they want in life — but samsara never works out, as we know, and happiness does not lie in these things. When I focus on this, I start wishing for him to learn to cultivate peace and resilience and kindness and a sense of freedom and many good qualities that have nothing to do with winning the game.
And then…when in spite of all this, I still feel some tension — when the whole game relies on something my kid is about to do, for instance, which happens a lot in baseball, and I feel painful anxiety arising in my mind (please, let him not strike out right now and lose the game!) — I try to look at that tension within a larger, more peaceful mind, to see that self-grasping ignorance…. this vivid sense of wanting success and fearing failure for “my” kid, for this “me” that I really believe exists at this moment.
And how useful it is to be able to see it wriggling there, to pinpoint it and see it operate so I can begin to let it go, so that someday I can be truly helpful to my children and also everybody else’s. How amazing it is to have this opportunity to train in going for refuge at a baseball game, so that I can be there when I really need to be.
I tried this yesterday at my son’s game, which by the way we lost in the very last moments, because my son did indeed strike out, and the thought occurred to me: wanting to win this game is just like samsara itself.
It’s not important, after all, a baseball game — we will forget about it tomorrow, or the day after — so it’s essentially meaningless. And we know it’s insignificant, especially when we think of the intense suffering that so many living beings are experiencing. Yet we often feel tension anyway when something like this is happening, when we want to “win.”
The ball game of samsara
And the worldly activities we engage in with so much energy– aren’t they the same thing? Won’t we forget them by the next life, if not sooner? We know they won’t cause lasting happiness — samsara’s a ball game that can never be won. And yet we get so anxious about it all…
Wouldn’t it be great to reach a place where we could be relaxed about everything that came our way, if we could see the baseball play happening within the play of bliss and emptiness? And if — by training our minds in this way — we could move closer to being able to help others, and thus make every game really count?
It’s my field of practice now, the baseball field. (And I’m not even sporty.)
It’s modern Buddhism in action: a gift from our kind founder that gives us everything we need, in real time, today, right now.
What’s the baseball field in your life?
Amazing and inspiring! Thanks for that.
So glad you got something out of it!
Wow, such a wonderful post! This is a predicament that many of us face, (especially as parents/carers) and you have provided inspiration to transform and accept whatever is appearing, lessening the grasping and increasing cherishing love. Thank you very much for sharing – you are a modern-day Milarepa. I rejoice! A x
Wow, thanks for your very generous and encouraging comment! I’m so glad you found the post helpful.
Hi— this was incredibly thoughtful and helpful I’m not a parent personally but find the practical applications for my own life meaningful— learning how to transform
The here and now instead of waiting to get to the optimal “spiritual situation” to “start practicing”. I love that this powerful meditation for you happened completely in the midst of and dependent on daily life!
Thanks — glad to hear it’s useful! — Yes, it’s so good to know we can have powerful Dharma insights right smack in the middle of our daily lives.
I remember feeling like I was missing out on so much of the fun the other Buddhists were having, struggling to balance what I thought was the duality of parenting and Buddhism. This sums it up wonderfully.
Yes, exactly, it is a dualistic way of thinking, thanks for pointing that out. I have had that feeling so many times…and yet the answer is right there in Geshela’s vision for us as modern Buddhist practitioners.
This so speaks to.me as a mother of a teenager going through transition from A levels to Uni. Never could have imagined how much Dhama helps. Xxx Thank you so much for sharing. Xxx
Beautifully written and powerful. The words went straight to my heart.
Oh, that’s beautiful. Thanks so much.
Brilliant and moving piece – thank you! Describes the predicament so many of us feel – and shows so clearly what ‘transformation’ is.
Thank you, Dana!
My baseball field 🤔 The mother of my 3 daughters, the 3 daughters, 3 soninlaws, 5 grandchildren, the furniture business… it’s a huge field… But ‘Geshe la’ is there by me, watching every game, and I’m counting my blessings every day 👌 4 ‘Modern Buddhism’
Oh, wow, that is a HUGE field. So many precious beings…and furniture. Sounds as if you are doing a wonderful job practicing Modern Buddhism with all of it (and with Geshela!) and feeling the blessings of this amazing practice. Would love to hear one of your stories if you feel like sharing.
Thank you for this post. Such an important reminder how kind our Guru is to us. My baseball field is aging👵
Thanks for posting, Susan. Yes, it’s such an incredible gift our Guru has given us. And aging is mine, as well. So much to transform. I try to remind myself of the emptiness of the body when I look in the mirror, focusing on this precious human life, though often what comes to mind first is, “Really??”
Thanks SO MUCH for this post. Very moving and so practical, like our Guru teaches us. My baseball field is my health. Love.
Thanks for sharing, Zopa. So glad you got something out of it! Health is such a huge issue for so many of us…for all of us, eventually. What a great subject to train with, and eventually to be able to transform.
Ah… Seeing it as a great subject. Still working on that lol! Would have chosen something else. Hi! Hi! Got TONS out of it. Even encouraged Sangha to read it. Your boys are very fortunate, whether they homer or strikeout.