Reflections
by Constance Wrzesniewski
Bowing reverently, feet unshod, hands cleansed in the lichen-covered stone basin at the entrance, harmony, respect, purity embrace chanoyu, the way of tea, in the chashitsu where sober refinement, simplicity, tranquility celebrate mellow beauty, intellectual fulfillment. Distinct from the fast pace of daily life, understanding is the route to spiritual emptiness. The ritual begins with the invitation once vivid green matcha is frothed and host, seated on a tatami mat, offers a steaming porcelain cup held in both hands. Deep inner peace abides in the tearoom. Meditation in motion floods the senses. Harmony of nature and self-cultivation settle within each guest as tea is enjoyed. All too soon the resonant tone issues forth. A gong in the garden reverberates signaling the end of the ceremony. An atmosphere of serenity cloaks the guests as they go forward into the gentle evening, stopping only to admire the heirloom scroll which hangs in the alcove, framing the Ikebana, crimson camellias in a stark white bowl. The scent of lilies floats on the soft breeze that greets them as they depart through the teahouse garden beneath the arbor of cascading wisteria. They breathe in deeply contented, grateful to their host, wander down the remote sloping mountain path winding towards the pine trees, into the harmony of nature, approach the lake lapping at the edge rhythmically, simple in its beauty.
Three crooked pines stand rooted in the mountainside mirrored in the lake. |