Tucked away in the high mountain village of Wutai Shan China we return to the ancient Tibetan Temple where we stay for our retreat.
We wake at 3:30 am to cross the dark and cold stone courtyard to get our blankets. Brrr! I can’t wait to sit with the monks and chant with them for the morning ceremony. But first we make 108 bows. You put your hands on the two mits and then whoosh! – until you are lying straight on this board. It gets a little easier every day, and it sure warms you up for sitting and chanting. I remind my self we’re only doing this for a few weeks. They do it every day.
We listen to the hum of the monks deep voices that shakes the cells of our bodies as the sun starts to come inside. Our spirits are carried to the dharma realms where I imagine the Buddhas reside.
As the birds begin to sing outside, we get to have our yak milk tea and bread too!
Many Temples and sacred items were destroyed by the Chinese government.
So precious are the things we got to see.