Good Karma Music Stories

I am a 5th grade elementary school teacher,with 33 students. Life is hectic for my students. Though they live in a nice area,and have all of their physical needs met,alot of their free time is spent with day care providers or after school lessons.Life is so rushed. This year, I have really slowed the pace down in our classroom. I talk about focus,and staying in the moment. I talk about our connectedness to each other,thus the need for mutual respect. My classroom has become a much calmer,kinder place to be today.The children feel safe,and calm,and are usually ready to learn.

While having afternoon tea I was approached by some tourists who asked to take a picture of them. I gladly obliged but was surprised at how happy they were. It seemed this was the trip of a lifetime for them and I was glad I do my little part to make them happy.

When I recite the Shurangama Mantra, I also hope it can strengthen people’s good thought by its vast power. Sublime the pure land of people’smind to be identical with Buddha’s.

A simple thing to do when driving, I find that slowing down to let someone get on leaves two people happy, the person trying to merge into the flow, and myself. By contrast, trying to get ahead or simply doing nothing creates a lingering regret at the least and an accident at worst. Just like turning over the hand 🙂

I try every day to practice Metta. Working in a retail sales environment I meet many customers and have colleagues that are angry and frustrated. By giving good service and demonstrating patience and understanding I hope to make my Buddhist practice an integrated part of my life and along the way bring a little peace and happiness to others.

when I was on a boyscout camping trip there was a groop of boys that where trying to kill a snake.I took the snake and and hid it under these rocks that where near by.But then they found it so I rushed over and got the snake.Then I ran far away and hid it.ps they never found it

For whatever reason, when I moved to a new city, I found an international hostel that seemed to me to be the right place, even though it advertised to a primarily Christian crowd. I knew it would probably feel alienating, but it seemed like the right thing to do. As time went on, the hurt and lonlieness of one particular conservative Christian woman has stuck out to me. Last week, she asked me to study the Bible with her. She does not understand my view on Buddhism, nor the red string around my neck, but that did not matter that lonely night as we sat together and read the Old Testament. Themes of love and humanness stood out to both of us as we shared the night and our thoughts on existence.