July 26, 2026
Dharma Message

I enjoy watching people and their behavior. If we open our eyes, look around and are aware of our environment, we could possibly see the true human behavior. It seems so many people are “glued” to their phones or are in their own thoughts that manners and simple courtesies no longer exist.

Ever since having knee surgery, I have asked for a wheelchair when I arrive in Denver. Coming from San Luis Obispo and arriving at the “big city” airport, the plane is always at the very last gate on the concourse. I have “old knees” and the two mile walk is not the best on the knees, plus one has to acclimate to being in the Mile High City. However, the wheelchair ride can be as scary as a roller coaster ride at an amusement park.

There are no inclines or the feeling of flying downward but, there are other obstacles to overcome. The aide who pushes the wheelchair is very experienced in maneuvering around crowds and people. People are so much into their own “bubble” or maybe it is the lack of oxygen that could be the problem, who is to know?

However, there are so many people who are unaware of wheelchairs or people with canes or crutches and/or disabilities. While riding, I have been hit in the head by purses, smacked in the face by carry-on bags, and people walking straight into the wheelchair. There have been people standing right in the middle of the path, having a conversation and we have to cross between them. They are not conscious of their obstruction or maybe they are just self absorbed in their own importance. Of course, I am being judgemental here.

It is amazing (or not), how we put our self first. Our conversations or phone attachments are our priority and everything else around us is non-existent. So when I ride, my thoughts concentrate on Nembutsu/Namu Amida Butsu. Why do you ask?

Well, because it is a scary ride from the gate to baggage claim. People “swishing by”, getting hit or they are already on their phones and are oblivious of others. Having experienced this ride and surviving, it is Namu Amida Butsu. However, a bike/car horn would be great to wake people up or have people put down their phones, just for a few seconds.

When the kansho (bell) is rung at the beginning of service, our senses become attuned to the sound. Our brain translates this sound that service is to begin and awakens our ears to hear. This sound helps to settle the mind, shut off the outside world and “wakes” us to the moment.

Hm… maybe I should carry an inkin (hand held bell) and ring it every 3-5 steps. However, it cannot be, so it is only beautiful thoughts of Nembutsu. Once safe, it is Namu Amida Butsu in gratitude, thankfulness and appreciation for no injuries and for surviving the ride. As my little friend Logan would say, “Helloo…wake up!”

Gassho,
Rev. Naomi Nakano