I am thinking these days: Chant or work on grief often, everyday, because when you really need it, there will be a well to draw from. Or in other words, grief work through chant, bows, x, y, z when you not in crisis and maybe when crisis hits you’ll have some reserves/resilience.
When my colleague and chair of the department had a stroke…. I learned of it while at my university office. I left the office, and while walking in front of Stevenson College, muttered under my breath, “damnit, I always forget.” What do I forget? The frailty of being human. In a flash, with not much apparent warning it can be an accident, a stroke, a tragic turn of events that forever reshapes our future plans.
Chanting the daihi shin dharani everyday, right before dinner, is a good practice. A memorable thing. The densho rings at 5:40, get in the zendo shortly thereafter, pick a side and line up. Bows, chant, bows.
A temple is at once a place of refuge—a recognition of samsara —birth life sickness old age and death. Sure, you can pray for good stuff but one does that because samsara is given.