July 30, 2012
It was a drizzly Sunday afternoon when Dan and I arrived at the Shofuan “Wind in The Pines” tea hut. We sat on the backless chairs with “beginners’ mind;” we had never been to a tea ceremony before, and as light rain fell, we enjoyed the empty hut before us, which had a scroll we could not read and a beautiful pink flower we could not name. The maple tree in front of the hut was lovely as well and worthy of being admired.
Before the ceremony began, the teacher, Glenn introduced his students and explained how a ceremony would traditionally run. The tea ceremonies go on for four hours and include several courses (the one we viewed was much shorter because they performed the end of it) and there’s an emphasis on hospitality, humility, and simplicity. In this ceremony, the host is chosen beforehand, but she or he is not any more important than the other guests; this ceremony is all about the guests, to serve them. The host may humbly explain how she hopes the guests will enjoy the meal and how it’s nothing very special. When one guest takes his tea, he’ll say, “Please excuse me for being so rude and going first.” The tea ceremony is simple (even though there are rules for etiquette); it differs from ikebana, the Japanese art of flower arranging, as there is no elaborate instruction for setting up the flowers for the ceremony; they could just as well arrange them with their feet, or however they happened to see the flowers growing in the wild. It’s meant to be natural.
The guests enter by crawling into the hut, and from what I observed, it looked as though they kept their hands in a loose fist and slowly crawled one movement at a time. Afterwards, when tea was being prepared, the teacher explained how the men have purple (passive) cloths to balance and soften their masculinity and the women have red (aggressive) ones to balance their femininity. Men and women wear different komonos as well, and the women’s ones are generally longer, tied in the center (without any zippers, buttons or hooks) around the body, to keep their feet warm at night when they sleep, since komonos were used as blankets.
During the time of the tea, the scroll was read in Japanese and the teacher translated it in English: “The many leaves are lifting in the pure wind.” This was meant to give the guests a feeling of coolness since it is summer, as were other elements of the ceremony, like the water bucket. The flower in the hut was identified as a Rose of Sharon, and by the end of the ceremony, the host answered the question as to the poetic name of a utensil she was using, and she answered in Japanese, which sounded to me like …”sessa-ran-ghee;” in English, babbling brook.
Another aspect of the ceremony that stood out to me was how the teacher encouraged anyone interested in having a tea to include aspects of their own culture in it. For example, one of the glass utensils was crafted in Italy.
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I checked the Japanese translation dictionary online and the audio pronunciation. Babbling brook in Japanese would sound like…
seseRA-GHEE o-GAH-WAH
8 responses to “Tea Ceremony at Wind in the Pines”
Oh! I think one of the most precious things about Japan is their culture. Tea ceremony! it sounds wonderful 🙂
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I've been drawn to Japanese culture for awhile now – their tea, music, and paintings. It was a wonderful experience. :)So good to be in touch with you again, haze 🙂
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That sounds like such a lovely experience!
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I very much enjoyed it 🙂 ♥ It was so graceful.
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Very interesting!God Bless you.
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This is so fascinating! How wonderful you got to experience this. I like the pictures, especially since they are nice and green!Hehe, the reaction of the woman next to your husband sounds like what my siblings' would be! They insist tea has no flavour. How foolish they are. 😉
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A very \”different\” sort of experience. Good to see you :)Blessings ♥
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Before I read your comment, I was glancing through the post and thought..hmm…this is such a \”green\” post, hehe.As for the tea comment, More for us 🙂 🙂 😀
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