![]() ![]() The two companions who had joined me at the conference listened with compassion to my whining. Lamenting my exclusion from the realm of the sacred, I complained that I was exiled because I was not seen as a “real” Buddhist-no long time with a teacher, no journey to India or Tibet, never present at important retreats-definitely someone engaged in buddhadharma without credentials. At a conference on women and Buddhism that took place in spring last year, I was upset because most of the speakers were giving their talks in this serene, beautiful chapel, a place evoking a sense of the divine, a sacred place for the word to be spoken and heard, yet my talk was to take place on a Friday night in an unappealing, cavernous auditorium. ![]()
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