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Life in a Thai Monastery (Part 3 of 7)

What a friendly, carefree monk! We felt atmonastery looking for food, adding casually
home already, but he wasted no time inthat a monk and nun were both presently
getting down to business. He asked me totaking anti-rabies shots after being attacked
remain in the courtyard for a moment while heon the porch of the sala! Well . . . I was
and the other monk escorted Janet to therelieved to hear that rabies shots were
nun's section. Before they left with her, theavailable, but not too thrilled about rabid
British monk asked if I wanted to saydogs  running  loose  all  over  the  place.
goodbye. . . . Hmm. Why should I say
good-bye? Janet and I were staying at theWe continued about a hundred yards on a
same monastery, weren't we? But I did as henarrow trail through a green cave of dense
suggested and said good bye. (You shouldfoliage with tropical flowers spilling out of
never  second-guess  a  British  monk).bamboo thickets; which seemed to be welcoming
me, and then, suddenly, there it was - my
As I watched her disappear into the trees,personal little kuti! I had been picturing it
which, by the way, happened to be my lastin my mind for months, and it looked simply
personal contact with her for months, Iwonderful; quiet, peaceful, just the thing
thought back to the train ride, and howfor  an  itinerate  loner  like  me.
apprehensive she was when she noticed the
small, thrown together shelters in the riceBy Western standards, it was tiny, only six
fields that farmers used as protection fromfeet by seven feet, but more than enough room
the monsoons. She was certain that we wouldto stretch out. It was made of sturdy timbers
end up living in one of these flimsy hutsand perched on stilts seven feet high to keep
that afforded zero protection from snakes andout snakes and ants, with ten steps leading
creepy things, and I was right, she wasto a small porch. Inside were a few pictures
scared  to  death.tacked to the wall, apparently from a
previous occupant - an autopsy photo of some
But not to fear; her first kuti (hut),poor chap cut from top to bottom, (a monk's
although older, was substantial, made ofaid for contemplating the body), a picture of
timbers with a tin roof and perched on stiltsa Buddha image, and a picture of a lotus
for protection against her anticipatedblossom. There was also a small, cut-in-half
despicable critters. Her fear however was nottin can that I later used to heat a few
entirely without foundation; an active familytablespoons of water over a candle to shave
of seven geckos claimed the hut as well,with every morning. Probably what the prior
causing her to lay awake the entire firsttenant  used  it for. I mentally thanked him.
night curled up in a rigid, fetal position
being careful not to touch the mosquito netMy kuti came complete with two shuttered
that hung from the ceiling and which shewindows, to keep out the rain, a mosquito net
tucked firmly under her little bamboo mat . .tied to a ceiling beam, and some candles,
. while imagining things crawling all overmatches and incense sitting on an exposed two
her.by four. Small pans of kerosene were
fashioned around the bottoms of the exterior
Eventually, the nuns gave her a nicer kutistilts to discourage ants, scorpions and
with only two geckos, and then finally a newtermites, and the roof was covered with tin,
and beautiful one with only a single lizard .a beautiful tin, the sound of rain upon which
.  .  but  it  was  a  big  one.will remain with me the rest of my life. My
little  kuti  was  perfect!
Although Janet and I would see each other at
a distance while attending communityLiving at a monastery in Thailand costs
meetings, meals and so forth, we weren'tnothing, as long as you follow the rules -
permitted to speak with each other without aone meal a day, etc., and of course you must
monk present. Those were the rules;be on your best behavior. Besides the rules,
established so that no misunderstandingswe had to quickly learn a wealth of cultural
would arise with villagers who supportedthings, for example; exposing the sole of
these monks, a support that relied uponone's foot is akin to exhibiting one's middle
mutual trust. The villagers would take carefinger, so I soon learned to sit puppy-up, or
of the monks and nuns necessities, and theflat on the concrete floor of the sala with
monks and nuns would devote their lives tomy feet curled demurely underneath - no
nothing other than conquering their kilesesfurniture or pillows to sit on at Wat Pah
(greed, hatred and delusion), and findingNanachat! Just wood, concrete, and the jungle
enlightenment. The monks and nuns were thefloor.
villagers'  ideals.
The regional police station would
The British monk returned after getting Janetsubsequently hold our passports, which we
settled in and handed me the traditionalcheerfully surrendered upon arrival. We
small, rolled-up bamboo mat that would servecouldn't have cared less; our intention was
as my sleeping and meditation rug, along withto stay forever in this paradise that offered
an old, dinged aluminum teapot that was mysuch a rare opportunity to meditate with
water kettle. After a brief stop to fill thelittle  disruption.
kettle at the water barrels, he began
escorting me to the far side of theThe smiling British monk wished me luck, then
monastery.turned and disappeared down the trail. I
waved, while at the same time glancing
As we were walking along, a mangy dog with anervously in all directions for signs of
missing ear and absent clumps of fur ran intosnakes, scorpions, or mad dogs, and then made
the forest not far ahead. The monk pointedmyself at home in my little kuti, that to me
and issued a stern warning to stay away fromwas more beautiful than a mansion with
stray dogs that might wander about thegold-plated faucets.



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