As I walk, Thich Nhat Hanh, a Vietnamese Buddhist scans my hands. A lot of the kids plus Thich Nhat Hanh hold hands and walk in a chain. As I walk silently and calm and as my breaths flow, I am aware of my body. I am also more aware of my mind. I think about walking and holding hands with Thich Nhat Hanh. I get more and more peaceful as I get deeper into walking.
As Thich Nhat Hanh pats the children’s backs telling them to sit around his rug in silence. Thich Nhat Hanh sits on his meditation cushion his helper set up for him. He makes five mountains, one with four around it. It reminded me of Buddha. Buddha with four children around him.
While I am in my whole new world, Thich Nhat Hanh sounds the bell. I come back to my breathing. We stand up, I climb to my feet and hold a new person’s hand. I walk, concentrating on just walking. As Thich Nhat Hanh walks away, everyone waves good-bye and bows as he walks into the pure grass.
I found my meditation in that walk, also my peace. As I still keep that activity, I get more and more peaceful. I remember my peace now more and more. I liked that experience very much.
This is a guest post by my daughter Emily, 8 years old. From my experience and her reflection, it is never too early to introduce the practice of mindfulness. Mindfulness is the foundation of a happy life. Many run and rush through life trying to buy happiness; those who can find happiness in breathing and walking are living a happy life.