Tassajara, A Poem by Mahin Mahdavi
A poem by Mahin Mahdavi, A Tassajara Monk
Far away from the endless sky,
nesting among the sycamore trees,
the little bird sits until her wings develop,
dreaming of flying.
The Rhythm of Tassajara’s Seasons
by Linda Galijan, Director We are now at the midpoint of the winter practice period, poised between winter and spring. Last night was skit night, full of the joy of friends and community, laughter and music. Tonight is the Parinirvana ceremony, a deeply solemn...
Fu Schroeder’s 100th-Birthday Tribute to Okusan
A young monk performs Tea ceremony— Hanging kettle sways slightly I was so pleased to be asked to speak today on this wonderful occasion of Suzuki’s Sensei’s 100th year of life, and to join all of you in celebrating the publication of her 100 haiku collection...Memories of a Beloved Tea Teacher, by Mary Watson
My first encounter with Mrs. Suzuki (Okusan)—and with Zen Center—was when a friend wanted to show me Tassajara, and we arrived in the middle of Suzuki Roshi’s memorial service at his ashes site. There was a small Japanese woman who was crying and crying. Little did I...