Lion's Roar (magazine)

1 week ago | lionsroar.com | Rod Meade Sperry

As The Intercept, The New York Times, and other outlets are reporting, Mohsen Mahdawi — a student activist who has been critical of Israel’s actions in Gaza, and is the former president of Columbia University’s Buddhist Association — was detained by immigration officials on Monday, and is understood to be currently held in Vermont after arriving at an immigration center that day in order to take his US citizenship test.

2 weeks ago | lionsroar.com | Jennifer Keishin Armstrong

The White Lotus has been dominating the TV conversation for weeks, producing memes (“Piper, noooo!”) and endless online discourse about incest, male onscreen nudity, and Lorazepam. But one major facet of this season has fueled fewer hot takes and text chains: its overt Buddhism.

3 weeks ago | lionsroar.com | Andrea Miller

The first retreat I ever went on with Thich Nhat Hanh was a revelation. In receiving profound teachings, finding stability in seated meditation, and connecting with others during dharma discussions, I felt like I was being peeled like an onion. Outer layers of myself were falling away, and I was becoming more intimate with my world. The retreat was held at a university. The places where we slept, ate, meditated, and talked were scattered around the campus, all a good hike from each other.

3 weeks ago | lionsroar.com | James Thornton

As I write this morning, children in the next yard are playing. I hear them making the sounds kids make when happy. They are not worried about the climate. Yet they will be. It’s inevitable. In a recent survey, young people in countries around the world said they were troubled by climate change. More than a third said their anxiety is at the level where it interferes with their daily activities. That’s high anxiety. Interfering with daily activities is a big deal.

3 weeks ago | lionsroar.com | Melvin McLeod |Jon Kabat-Zinn

Melvin McLeod: When did you start practicing meditation? Jon Kabat-Zinn: My first experience of formal practice—or even learning about it—happened one day in 1965. I was a molecular biology student in the laboratory of Salvador Luria, a soon to be Nobel Laureate, and I was depressed out of my mind over the Vietnam War.