By whatever standard you would use, Maura Soshin O'Halloran (1955-1982) was an amazingly intriguing, strong & gifted woman. I'd never heard of her until I ran across her name in, of all places, a Roman Catholic publication which acknowledged her with a short bio of her as a deeply spiritual person. I say "of all places" because though Maura was the eldest of 6 children in a devout Irish Catholic family, born in Massachusetts, educated in convent schools & Trinity College, Dublin, she is most noted for being an enlightened Zen nun/priest who trained in Japan. In fact, so deeply was she held in esteem & honor by the Buddhist community there, that in 1983 the Maura Kannon Statue was dedicated in her honor by her master, Tetsugyu Ban at the Kannonji Temple in Iwateken. He proclaimed at the dedication: "She is given the posthumous name of 'Great Enlightened Lady, of the same heart and mind as the Great Teacher Buddha...a real incarnation of Kannon Bosatsu to be loved and respected forever."
At several points in the book, Ruth O'Halloran, Maura's mother, now deceased, refers to the extraordinary manner in which Soshin, who was deeply loved by her family, lived her life, before & after she entered the monastery. Tragically, her life came to an abrupt end in October, 1982, at the age of 27, when she was killed in a bus accident in Thailand, as she was on her way back to Ireland.
The book is largely in Soshin/Maura's own words, from her letters & journals. It becomes immediately apparent to the reader what an insightful & skilled writer she was. One can only guess what riches she could've offered to the world, both as a writer & as a human being. One example: in her journal of July 11, 1981, she writes:
"Of late I feel ridiculously happy. No reason. Just bursting with joy. I remember when I was young, deciding to commit suicide at 26. Once one hit 30 one was over the hill, so 26 was far enough to live. I reckoned that if I hadn't got done by then whatever there was to be done, I never would, so I might as well end it. Now I'm 26, and I feel as if I've lived my life. Strange sensation. Almost as if I'm close to death...Everything seems wonderful. Even undesirable, painful conditions have a poignant beauty and exaltation. So in a sense I feel I have died; for myself there is nothing else to strive after, nothing more to make my life worthwhile or to justify...
...but now I have maybe 50 or 60 years (who knows?) of time, of a life, open, blank, ready to offer. I want to live it for other people. What else is there to do with it?...it's as if to give myself is all I can do...At the moment the best I can see to do is to give to people this freedom, this bliss...So I must go deeper and deeper and work hard, no longer for me but for everyone I can help...Thus I should also work politically, work to make people's surroundings that much more tolerable, work for a society that fosters more spiritual, more human, values. A society for people, not profits..."