Fengyuan Shrine - Fengyuan, Taiwan - January 22nd, 2014

   

       Some of the best adventures are the impromptu ones, especially when they are to such fantastic places as this Shrine near a cemetery in Fengyuan. I've always been fascinated by cemeteries, like churches and Temples that are old there is so much history to them. You have generations of lives in a single place.  

     My friend and coworker brought us here (myself and my other friend and colleague Adam) because I told him about the blog. He described the ceremonies that happen here, it is here where there are Tomb Sweeping ceremonies and many of the celebrations tied to the dead and honoring the ancestors.  

      It is this connection to the past that I wish was more prevalent in the west. I don't think that European traditions are very good at remembering the past or paying tribute to the ancestors in such a way that we remember where we came from. For many of us in the USA are pasts are lost in the changing of last names, knowledge that wasn't recorded or things that were lost. It is traditions like Tomb Sweeping and honoring of the past ancestors that I would like to carry on to whatever family I have in the future.

      This is a location that I plan on updating once I learn more about, since I can't find it anywhere online, even though you can see it from Fengyuan. It is high up on the mountain, though only reachable by a single road that as of a few months ago was blocked by a mudslide. I think that added to the adventure of being there. It was a mystical place and hidden treasure in an already quite amazing city. Our friend had showed around Fengyuan and I was very quick to fall in love with it.

         While there we talked about Taiwan and how we were getting used to being here (and enjoying our time here while teaching) as well as talking about home, the natural world and our experiences. It was a powerful experience.

    We also got to experience the silence. Night and the mind, one of the most peaceful places to be. A quiet, empty shrine with the stars in the sky and the lights in the cities below...these are the moments that add the magic and make life beautiful. 

Lotus Hase Kannon Temple - Waipu, Taiwan - January 20th, 2014

 
  The first visit of the blog in a new country and suffice to say the experiences that stand out were the ones leaving the Lotus Hase Kannon Temple (once called the Goddess of Mercy Temple) and the thoughts on the Temple afterword. The reasons behind this are tied to the reality of the day, my own biases in regards to Buddhism and the positive I think religion can bring in the right context.

     Today was a lot. Today I had my first of training at Mark's English, my team the Seattle Seahawks competing for the NFC championship to get to the Superbowl and my thoughts in general about where I am right now and the importance of all those who are a part of me...no matter how great or how small in relationship to me.

     When I went to the Lotus Hasse Kannon Temple, which is a Temple that is so close to my apartment I can walk there in under ten minutes...I was thinking about the day. So much of my heart in Seattle (and the surrounding area), it is the closest city I can call home. Here has been the new adventure and all the sadness, possibility and joy that comes with that. Going to the Lotus Temple was a chance to see the people and gave me a better appreciation of Mahayana Buddhism which is really about the community more so than Theravada Buddhism which is so focused on the individual. It tends to be in the Mahayana sects you find celebrations of marriage, Temple vendors whose livelihood is based around the Temple. I only went into the first Hall where the five Bodhisattvas were and noticed that relationship, which is something I don't give enough credit too given how much community a part of my life. I didn't see excess, just people attempting to live who were at the very lay practicioners of the Lotus Sutra tradition in Mahayana Buddhism (the sect that founded the Temple). 

   These realizations during the walk back and during and after Seattle Seahawks game were where the learning experience really happened. The good of community can only happen in practice and when we realize it when in practice. What are the ways that bind us together? That make us friends, family, community? These are things that I think religion can reveal at its best but at its worst (as seen in sports and politics too) when it devolves into brutal tribalism where all respect towards others is lost...

   That is the potential, and that's what I found today in my experience in teacher training, in the Temple visit and in my community celebrating the win of the Seahawks. Today was positive in so many ways, for today I got to experience just how close home is and the home others find. 

The Outsider Goes to Taiwan

      A new year and a new place to visit. This year I was given the opportunity to visit Taiwan, specifically the town of Dajia. Dajia is a great place for the blog for many reasons, one of which is its closeness to other cities (and how close Taiwan is physically to other nations) and the three Temples here in town.

      Over the course of this year I'll be covering holidays with friends and visits to the Temples.

    I look forward to what the future holds in regards to these explorations and others. I can hardly speak on the religious makeup of Taiwan but I plan to explore wherever I am and wherever I go in my time here, and hopefully through it all continue to grow.

   I look forward to your feedback and thoughts and look forward to seeing you on this side of the Earth or when I return to the USA. Thank you for your continues support and conversations that this blog has sparked. I would not have lived as long as it has if not for that interaction with people, community, you. So thank you.

  Here goes to this new year and time inTaiwan and all the possibilities to come.

Vietnamese Mass - Saint Joseph's Catholic Church - Salem, OR - January 5th, 2014

      This was the first time since my graduation trip to Italy that I have been to a service in another language. In both instances there things that stood out, and pros and cons in the experience like any religious service. Suffice to say, I'm glad I came with my girlfriend who understands at least some Vietnamese and was able to translate some of it for me. Also, the fact that it was a Catholic Mass meant that the Mass schedule of events was the same, just with some more things thrown in.

    When we first arrived it was the Adoration of the Eucharist. So there were continuous chants and prayers the moment we entered the church. It was good for reflection before the Mass began, and I noticed the association of gold with the Eucharist since the Priest got a golden shawl after adoration and being given the Eucharist to return to it's chamber.

      Then the Mass began, there were the readings, one of which was from Ephesians and after the priest spoke. It was his first time speaking at Saint Joseph's Catholic Church, and he shared a story from Vietnam about a Mother who's children grew up in a poor house and were able to get out and go to College and afterwords fell out of touch with their Mom. From here he argued that it is by accepting Christ into our lives that we can become Christlike and unselfish and remember those, unlike the children who had forgotten their mother. The story reminded me of the importance of family and communication and what religion can sometimes do for people.

     The Mass was much longer than an English Mass, just like the Italian Mass I saw in Florence. I think this is true for most things. Most English Church services are very quick, not being any more than an hour. The only exceptions I can think of are the Jehovah's Witnesses and the Mormons who are known for having longer services. I wonder what the reason is behind English language Christian Church services being so short...

    One of the things I noticed as well was how conservative it all felt. There wasn't the passion behind the parts of the Mass there is at the Newman Center and other Catholic services I have attended, and the folks who gave the Eucharist to the congregation were all older gentlemen in suits, unlike the diversity of gender and age I've witnessed in most Catholic Services in the States. 

     It was a great service and great for reflection, I do hope someday I'll be able to understand more services in other languages, as I was able to when I was in China.