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Dear friends,
Today, we share with you the first talk from this year's People of Color Retreat. Sister Chau Nghiem shares the significance of People of Color retreats at Deer Park and the Plum Village tradition. She draws parallels between retreats and the Muslim month of Ramadan. When we go without, we are able to go more deeply within. Then, with Right Effort we can recognize and select which seeds to water in our consciousness.
We're happy to have another summer love letter to share from a listener in our Dharmacast family:
Thank you for the Deer Park Dharmacasts. They are a precious gift and have helped me so much to cultivate mindfulness and take care of my suffering.
I listen to them repeatedly and each time, I hear something new and learn something new. that's so nice. Examples are Thay Phap Hai's "Back to Basics" (part 1) and "Infusing our Practice with Bodhichitta"; I hear them "new" no matter how many times I listen, which is very often.
with love and ongoing awakening,
Alice
NYC
Remember, you can always find the Deer Park Dharmacast on Facebook, iTunes, and Twitter. We welcome dharma sharings from our worldwide listeners on any of our online homes or by email. Now, enjoy this moment to stop and look deeply.
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