temple diaries

by 伊凌 yi ling

Morning meditation was deeply profound: what was there that was defiling my worldly compassion?

Like the church that stood alone amongst the ruins after Katrina 7 years later…

A day off after a week of massage training. Poor jingnian puked in the car on the way to our half day vacation. Once we arrived at 東里車站, an old remodeled train stop with an incredible Mountain View. Even 玉山⛰️ could be seen.

Got to put tea tree oil and tui na into use right away with 昶師父’s headache.

Had a very inspired talk with 覺意師 while drinking 普爾 more senior than me and a few other 師父師。菩薩永遠在加慈你的。her stories about how her love and loss of her mother brought her to Buddhism…bonding over cultural values and parental loss and spiritual re-directions while amongst the mountains and in the watchful gaze of honey the white dog of the train station…