After one month of sleeping in strange beds and 23 hours of “flying home”, it took my body two days to feel somewhat normal. Finally, on my third day home I returned to the temple. I maneuvered my pick-up truck into a parking space and looked about for a moment. The Sangha faithful were gathering for a Sunday service. I mounted the steps, skirted the main hall and entered through a side door. The side door let me into the temple office. Once in that door I came upon a most lovely sight. Sensei Jiko turned and a warm smile crossed her face. Her soft voice sent her welcome home as she made a slight gassho. She moved to me and gave me a gentle hug. We each smiled warmly and again bowed to each other. After a short time I departed the office and moved to the main hall. In the hall there were many smiles of greeting and slight bows. As was my habit, I took a seat near the rear. I sat down, then raised my head to cast my eyes upon the alter. The alter’s golden hues framed by freshly picked flowers and cast in the morning light was breathtaking. A smile crossed my face. I looked about the hall, noticing the soft murmur of those gathered. I thought of the melodious songs and chants to come in the service. There will be no loud noises but rather the waif of incense. It was such a peaceful place. I was so happy to be in its midst.
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