Day three in Japan, I took a bus. I’m the kind of person who would walk 5 miles rather than take a bus when I don’t know how to do it. It was less than 5 miles but the tour group gave me such good instructions I figured I could do it. You board the bus in the rear and there are signs in English and Japanese that tell the name of the stop. When you get off you pay 220 yen. I did try to put the money in the wrong place but the driver stopped me and showed me.
So feeling encouraged that I could manage a city bus, I went to Sanjusangendo temple.
I love to be there.
The gardens have wheelchair paths.
You can write a prayer on a piece of paper and tie it here. You can also burn incense or light a candle which reminds me of my Catholic days.
But the really big deal for me is the sense of overwhelming compassion, created by being in a football field size room filled with over 1000 golden statues of Kannon, the goddess of mercy. It makes me realize that however challenging things are, there is more than enough mercy to handle it. It fills you with awe. Photographs are not allowed. I don’t think they could do it justice.
In 2003 I got myself a prayer for relief of headaches. I gave it to my daughter because I don’t often have headaches anymore, I’m just saying.
I love the idea that a person can create a place designed to invoke a response. It makes me want to make my garden invoke peace or at least neatness.