I did a neat thing yesterday: I went with about 6 other people to provide lunch for two Buddhist nuns in a nearby city.
Buddhist monks and nuns have a lot of restrictions around eating; it's a method for examining and eventually becoming free of the obsessions we naturally have around food. One restriction is not eating after noon each day, and most only take one meal around 11 am (although they may have a small snack upon waking).
If you think that's hard, consider that monks and nuns also are not allowed to cook or use money. How do they get food? Every day, someone has to give it to them. They are at the mercy of the people around them. (Actually, not much more so than the rest of us. Reflect sometime on how many people you needed to get you your food today, from the farmers to the truck drivers to the check-out clerks).
Contrary to popular belief, by the way, they are not required to be vegetarian. And these ones aren't.
They don't quite have a temple (more on that later). In fact, it's just a rented apartment for now! But they will soon be buying their own place to fix up as they need. One nun has been a nun for 15 years, and the other just started a few months ago (both are Westerners, by the way!). They have the living room set up as temple-like as possible, with a Buddha statue, various sitting cushions, candles, incense, fresh flowers, etc. Upstairs they have their bedrooms and another sitting room.
We arrived at 10:30 and set up the food along the counter. There is a procedure for offering it formally, where we held each serving bowl/plate and passed it directly into their hands (they requested that we offer the salt and pepper too :-)). If a layperson touches something again, it must be formally reoffered before they can use it because it is considered to have been taken back.
They filled their (enormous!) bowls and sat down to say various chants and get started eating. Then we took our food. They only get one pass through the line anyway, so it was no problem for us to take the food (or go back for seconds). Lunch lasted until noon, and all the food was exquisite. Salad, fruit, hummus, rice, curried squash, chicken, fried eggplant and egg, Indian beans, roasted garlic, bread, etc etc. Then we had tea and chatted.
Later, we went out for a walk through a nearby bird sanctuary and visited the local Thai temple/monastery, where the teacher of the older nun resides. Why only a monastery and no nunnery? There is some politics involved here. The line of monks is known to extend all the way back to the Buddha with no breaks. But at some point after the Buddha established the line of nuns, it died out for a while before being rekindled. There are those who believe the new line is illegitimate. (I find this ironic from a group of people who believe in rebirth, but no one asked me....).
Anyway, Ayya Tathaloka is considered legitimate only by some fraction of the Thai Buddhist community. But it's not like being shunned. Those who don't think she is a real nun just treat her like a regular human; Buddhists respect all humans.
So she has lots of friends on both "sides" of this issue. Which is exactly what is placing her in a dilemma right now.
You see, she was invited to speak before the United Nations on March 7, in honor of International Women's Day. Having a Buddhist nun stand before that body and speak *as a nun* would be a political act within the Thai religious tradition. She doesn't especially care about the politics, and doesn't want to muck with her friendships, which are more important to her than some abstract religious idea. But she does want to speak in honor of Women's Day because she knows her voice is important and could be inspirational. So, what to do?
She tried to refuse the invitation, sending her apologies and declining. But they didn't accept this! They sent a letter back asking her to please forward her picture and bio as soon as possible. So she is writing the speech herself, but having a friend (who is not a nun) deliver it. It seems like a good compromise. In her words, "I can speak there in 20 or 30 years." (It's good to have a lot of patience!).
So keep your ears open on March 7. Those are the words of a quiet, friendly woman who lives in California, wears a brown robe, and doesn't cook.