I’ve just finished reading Pema Chodron’s Taking the Leap: Freeing Ourselves from Old Habits and Fears. If you’re not familiar with Chodron, she is perhaps the world’s most famous Tibetan Buddhist American nun, and her works are meant to help Westerners understand the basic precepts of Tibetan Buddhism and apply them usefully in their own lives. I found Taking the Leap, like all her books, inspiring, reassuring, and helpful.
At one point, almost obliquely, she describes a famous Buddhist image that I hadn’t heard of before. Before mentioning the image specifically, she brings up a part of the story of the Buddha that many people are familiar with. Most of us know that when the Buddha sat under the bodhi tree (where he eventually attained enlightenment), Mara, “the evil one,” came along and tempted him with beautiful women, delicious food, insults, and all other sorts of distracting objects. In discussing this part of the Buddha’s story, Chodron says
In traditional versions of the story, it’s said that no matter what appeared, whether it was demons or soldiers with weapons or alluring women, he had no reaction to it at all. I’ve always thought, however, that perhaps the Buddha did experience emotions during that long night, but recognized them as simply dynamic energy moving through. The feelings and sensations came up and passed away, came up and passed away. They didn’t set off a chain reaction.
This state of being – the ability to experience emotion without being “hooked” by it, without being dragged into a whole self-feeding narrative of, say, anger, self-righteousness, and more anger – is the subject of Taking the Leap and some of Chodron’s other works. It’s also a state of mind that I am profoundly interested in, and one that I’d be willing to spend the rest of my life working toward.
For example, I’ve been seething because the students in my most difficult class absolutely refused to cooperate with an activity I asked them to do last week, an activity that is essential in preparing them to do their next assignment. They talked when I asked them to work alone and quietly. They insisted that they “had to leave class now” and that they should be allowed to finish the assignment at home, even though I had clearly explained that this activity was practice for an essay they would have to write entirely in class. They refused to press themselves beyond the simple declaration that “I don’t understand this story.”
I couldn’t seem to calm my irritated feelings about this, my sense that their stubborn resistance was a personal attack. There is, of course, room to explore whether the assignment I gave them was too difficult, whether they haven’t had adequate preparation, whether I am expecting something they can’t deliver. But the deeper problem is that I was angry with them, and couldn’t seem to shake it.
It is possible to see any difficult situation in our lives as an attack from Mara. We are under threat, and we can react angrily or with panic or self-loathing. But there is another possible approach. We can see the attack as food for our growth, as an opportunity for us to develop loving-kindness, compassion, joy and equanimity. Difficulties are fertile soil for training our minds, and can therefore be greeted with eagerness and gratitide.
A situation like mine, for example, is an opportunity to develop compassion. The day after this frustrating lesson, my Philosophy of Education teacher returned an assignment to me, and I didn’t do as well on it as I always expect to do on my coursework. In reading through his comments, it became clear to me that I simply hadn’t understood the criteria he was evaluating me on, and didn’t understand the process of philosophical inquiry he wanted me to go through – in fact, I realized that I didn’t have a clear idea of what a “philosophical approach” entailed, and so had no way of engaging in it. At first, I was furious and defensive.
And then I remembered my class from the previous day. This is exactly what they were feeling, I realized. They were feeling it for a number of different reasons, and the fact that they don’t understand is due to a number of factors that they could have controlled – by showing up to class more often, for example – but the feeling is the same. I get it. And understanding where they’re coming from, and why, can relieve some of my feelings of helplessness and irritation.
After Chodron retells the above snippet of the story of the Buddha, she mentions the image I’ve taken all this time to get to. She says
This process is often depicted in paintings as weapons transforming into flowers – warriors shooting thousands of flaming arrows at the Buddha as he sits under the bodhi tree but the arrows becoming blossoms.
Immediately after reading these lines, I put the book down and ran to Google Images to find a depiction of this moment. At first, I was less than satisfied with the images I found; none of them captured the beautiful scene in my imagination, the blazing arrows morphing into a shower of soft flowers and cascading around the Buddha like snow. If I could even hold a pencil steady I would try to draw or paint it myself, but that isn’t possible. Finally, though, I found this image, by the artist Austin Kleon:
He describes the process of creating this image, a tattoo for a friend, here. If I someday decide to get a tattoo, I may ask permission to use this. In the meantime, I may have to post it on the cover of my course binder, to remind myself that every challenge can be transformed into flowers if I can only see it, not as a battle to be fought, but as an opportunity for growth and for deeper understanding of the human mind and the human condition.
This doesn’t mean I can make my students do what I want. But maybe it means I can suffer less as I try to help them.
7 thoughts on “Arrows Into Blossoms”
Excellent entry, Siobhan! I identify with absolutely everything you’ve said…and I will read the book!
I have realized, over the last few years, that the way we live our lives is based on our PERCEPTION of things…how much we let (or don’t) our emotions get the better of us. I am doing my damndest to NOTlet them get the better of me.
And I think the tatoo is a superbe idea…I say, ‘Go for it…and don’t wait!’
Pema Chodron is one of my greatest inspirations and one of the first teachers to spark my interest in Buddhism. I would recommend everything she’s written, as well as all her many audio teachings that are available at places like SoundsTrue.com and Audible.com (as well as in CD form through online bookstores.) Her straight-up, funny and clear approach is both soothing and motivating, and truly has changed me and my life.
Thankyou for this lovely and inspiring post. I am a secondary school science teacher and am feeling pretty tired after returing to school today after half term. This post reminded me of how i would like to be in the classroom and in my life, thankyou.
Thank you, Velvetstorm! And good luck with your return to the classroom…I often find that the first few days are the most difficult…
What a beautiful post! Coincidentally, there is an article about Pema Chodron in this month’s More Magazine, at least in the Canadian version. I’d never heard of her before!
Thank you Hadass! She is well worth reading – her teachings have brought a level of peace and equanimity to my life that I never had before.