Ryoshin-ji tea-picking

Tea-picking!

The last weekend in April.

Ryoshin-ji, a Zen temple . . . 

. . . with all the little folks that make me feel so happy.

All the little folks that want to be outside in nature.

Just as the temple building itself wants to be outside in nature.

Actually, there’s nothing between the inside of the building and the nature that surrounds it. They are one thing.

What a lovely day at such a lovely place! Forty or so folks (in the main, a collection of locals and students from Shizuoka University) had gathered, and I was lucky enough to get to pluck tea leaves with them.

So much to enjoy.

The maples.

The sunshine in the maples.

 The stars in the maples.

The dance in the maples.

The altar inside is beautiful, but also seems quite humble, quite aware of all that’s outside the walls of the main hall.

Yes, yes, everyone wants to be outside. If they can’t pick tea, sunbathing and just plain old looking up into the blue sky will do just fine.

Plum leaves new and newer bathe in the sun.

The young plums begin to turn red.

The carp swim through the breeze.

Sunlight and tea.

Tombstones and tea.

Tsunde, tsunde, tsunde, tsunde, tsunde, tsunde! Tsunde, tsunde, Cha no happa tsunde! (Shizuoka Duo)

(Pluck, pluck, pluck, pluck, pluck! Tea leaves, pluck, pluck, pluck them!)

The most elegant and delicious lunch I’ve had since who knows when. Tea-flavored rice balls, rice balls with bamboo sprouts from the mountain behind the temple (or rather from the mountain back-side of the temple), rice-balls with home-grown green peas, and TEA!

When you can taste the ground you’re walking on and the air you’re breathing, you know you are right where you are supposed to be. Don’t move. Let your spirit rejoice. Be grateful. Be healthy. Get ready to work harder.

Back to the fields. Pluck, pluck, pluck. Bucketful after bucketful after bucketful.

Chat up the folks plucking from the other side of the row.

Back starts to ache? Well, stretch, silly. Encourage everyone else to stretch, too.

“Whole lotta love. Whole lotta love. Whole lotta leaves.”

Good job!

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