coming up:
tomorrow, welcome chaji. It’s hango, which means no meal, but everyone’s been working hard to get it in order and some folks are a little stressed out and on edge. I’m a little doki-doki (that’s the onomatopoeic sound of a heart beating fast in Japanese) about it because I am the shoukyaku—the big number one representative guest who has to do all the talking and be the mediator between hosts and other guests. Aieee! I’m not too worried about the movements and order, or even making conversation about the things in the room, but I’m worried about when to do the talking, because we so rarely do all that in regular practice. Plus, we’re doing TWO nonstandard procedures tomorrow: kasane-chawan, where there are two bowls of koicha going at once and tsuzuki-usucha, where we go directly from thick (koi) to thin (usu) tea without a break between.
Hopefully everyone will be in the swing of it by tomorrow once we’re out of the anticipation and into the moment and it won’t feel too strained.
Then Tuesday we’ll get up really really early and go to the Tenjin flea market because we don’t have class until 10am (quiz day!). Actually, we’re not even allowed to leave the dorm until 6am, so it’s a good thing the market doesn’t start then (we had thought it did, but it’s actually not til 7.) Then we rush home on bikes, hopefully with tons of new treasures, and jump into kimono real fast and go to school to take the quiz and, yknow, have a regular day.
Wednesday we cut sumi all day instead of classes or keiko. That is, we saw up really expensive charcoal to make small pieces of incredibly luxurious charcoal. Ask me later for the post on the incredible zen luxury of burning really expensive stuff every day and making incredibly labor intensive artworks out of ashes meant to be obliterated by fire. Good times.
tomorrow, welcome chaji. It’s hango, which means no meal, but everyone’s been working hard to get it in order and some folks are a little stressed out and on edge. I’m a little doki-doki (that’s the onomatopoeic sound of a heart beating fast in Japanese) about it because I am the shoukyaku—the big number one representative guest who has to do all the talking and be the mediator between hosts and other guests. Aieee! I’m not too worried about the movements and order, or even making conversation about the things in the room, but I’m worried about when to do the talking, because we so rarely do all that in regular practice. Plus, we’re doing TWO nonstandard procedures tomorrow: kasane-chawan, where there are two bowls of koicha going at once and tsuzuki-usucha, where we go directly from thick (koi) to thin (usu) tea without a break between.
Hopefully everyone will be in the swing of it by tomorrow once we’re out of the anticipation and into the moment and it won’t feel too strained.
Then Tuesday we’ll get up really really early and go to the Tenjin flea market because we don’t have class until 10am (quiz day!). Actually, we’re not even allowed to leave the dorm until 6am, so it’s a good thing the market doesn’t start then (we had thought it did, but it’s actually not til 7.) Then we rush home on bikes, hopefully with tons of new treasures, and jump into kimono real fast and go to school to take the quiz and, yknow, have a regular day.
Wednesday we cut sumi all day instead of classes or keiko. That is, we saw up really expensive charcoal to make small pieces of incredibly luxurious charcoal. Ask me later for the post on the incredible zen luxury of burning really expensive stuff every day and making incredibly labor intensive artworks out of ashes meant to be obliterated by fire. Good times.
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