I used to pass by the Dipamkara Meditation Center every day without ever giving it a second look. I didn’t even know it existed. But since returning from Thailand, I’ve been visiting the Buddhist meditation center every week.
My first meditation experience came during a trip to Thailand. Julie and I were visiting Wat Phrathat Doi Suthep, a Buddhist temple in Chiang Ma.
“I don’t think I’m going to make it to the top without slipping and breaking my skull,” my friend said while looking at the 309 steps leading up to the temple.
“You better try,” I warned her, “we have to make it up there in time for evening prayer.”
The walk up the stairs was slick from the rain as we slid in our flip flops, almost falling several times. Although there was an option to take a cable-car up to the top, we thought it would be more of an accomplishment if we walked.
We took pictures of the 360 degree views of the city from the top before going off to find where evening prayer was being held. The scene was sprawling green, dotted with small white homes before a backdrop of mountains. Then we heard the chanting begin. The sound was strangely beautiful. Following the voices, we found where all the monks had gathered and quietly entered the room.