On Tuesday my husband and I visited the college apartment of A. It was a bona fide bachelor pad, where our friend carved out a little niche in the living room for his desk, folders, various personal items, and his Gohonzon. He had just taken a midterm that day and was anxious about it, and riding back home from it he "took a spill" on his bike in the pouring rain and landed hard on cement. We discussed how important it was to chant for something specific in mind, more than just "wisdom" as he put it, because that helped him chant with more resolve. Amidst his studies, work, Buddhist club activities on campus and social life he somehow fits in Rock the Era activities.
Today I strolled my baby a mile to M.'s house, which is right on the green belt bike path. She began chanting after her mother, a retired judge, began practicing ten years ago in the Bay Area. M. talked about how she wanted more motivation to chant, and we decided to visit some Buddhist members together to kick start our big dreams for the future and open up more possibilities.
Tonight I took the youngest member of our district, my one-year-old daughter, to visit the most senior member. E. is ninety years old and is the niece of the great Eleanor Roosevelt. Her daughter and caretaker were also there to chant along with us. After chanting she kept saying how much she loved the baby.
I thought I would do some yoga tonight but I'm just too tired.