Yesterday felt a perfect way to conclude the old year.
We then moved over to the Hondo, the sanctuary, where we were joined by members of the church for a traditional Japanese Zen service reciting the Heart Sutra and the Daishin Dharani while “revolving the sutras,” making incense offerings, and then ringing the church’s great bell one hundred, and eight times. All of it dedicated to hope and possibility for the world in this coming year.
The church’s senior minister, the Reverend Gyokei Yokoyama was in Canada over the holiday. So the service was taken by his assistant priest, the Reverend Seigaku Amado, novice priest, the Reverend Tosei Storms, and me. I was invited to serve as doshi, principal celebrant.
We then went to the parish hall where we shared a simple eclectic dinner with soba noodles, tamales, and black eyed peas, salad, pie, cookies, and baklava. (I was shocking later to record my WW points and figure out why those Del Real cheese tamales tasted so good.) It was a small pot luck feast. And everyone got enough. That felt really, really important to me.
The group was small, fewer than twenty of us. But we included people of Asian, European, and African descent. And, I really felt we stood in for the whole of this hurt world.
And, it reminded me of how there are gatherings, small and larger, around the world of people dedicating and rededicating lives to hope and possibility.
And hints at what can follow.
May the New Year become a blessing for the world…