{"id":19878,"date":"2024-12-10T23:32:50","date_gmt":"2024-12-10T23:32:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/antaiji.org\/?page_id=19878"},"modified":"2024-12-10T23:58:07","modified_gmt":"2024-12-10T23:58:07","slug":"%e7%84%a1%e5%b8%b8","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/antaiji.org\/ja\/history\/yearbooks\/yearbook-2024\/%e7%84%a1%e5%b8%b8\/","title":{"rendered":"\u7121\u5e38"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One year has passed since I last wrote about my experience for the Antaiji yearbook, which<br \/>\nmeans I have now been here for a year and a half. Like last year, I struggled with what to<br \/>\nwrite. This year, I found myself grappling with it while coughing in bed. Each time I thought<br \/>\nabout what to say, the coughing would start again, making it hard to concentrate. My head<br \/>\nand throat ached, and the cold weather only added to the discomfort. I experienced the<br \/>\nchallenges of being in a human body. As the night fell, the coughing grew more frequent.<br \/>\nAs I pondered what to write, I realized that I don&#8217;t enjoy dwelling on the past. It reminded<br \/>\nme of a quote I once heard: &#8220;The past is history, the future is a mystery, but this moment is<br \/>\na gift\u2014that&#8217;s why it&#8217;s called the present.&#8221; This quote highlights the importance of being fully<br \/>\npresent, even when the moment is uncomfortable. Despite my reluctance, writing for this<br \/>\nyearbook is something that must be done, and it offers an opportunity for reflection.<br \/>\nFor the 2024 Antaiji yearbook, what stands out most to me is serving as tenzo during the<br \/>\nspring, summer, and autumn retreats. People from many countries came to Antaiji to<br \/>\nexperience Zen practice. Some left with life-changing experiences, some stopped the<br \/>\npractice, and others continued their journeys in different ways. Whatever their path, I wish<br \/>\nthem well. My life here moves forward regardless of theirs. I am merely a passerby they<br \/>\nencountered. All I can do is try to prepare nourishing meals for them and serve them at the<br \/>\nright time.<br \/>\nEach retreat as tenzo brought unique challenges. In the spring, I had to forage for wild<br \/>\nvegetables. It was difficult since it was my first spring at Antaiji, and I wasn\u2019t familiar with<br \/>\nthe local plants. One particularly tough day, I only slept for two hours due to poor time<br \/>\nmanagement and forgetting to prepare the next day\u2019s meal. I even witnessed tears from my<br \/>\ntenzo assistant during a tea meeting, which showed me how overwhelming it had been for<br \/>\nhim. He eventually left Antaiji, and I reflected on how demanding the role could be.<br \/>\nDuring the summer retreat, my tenzo assistant could only help with setting tables because<br \/>\nthe season was so busy. However, I had improved my time management and was able to<br \/>\ncomplete my tasks on time. Still, there were challenges\u2014like the day I didn\u2019t cook enough<br \/>\nrice. By the time of the autumn retreat in November, I faced a different problem: I kept<br \/>\nchanging the menu. Due to limited time for planning, I occasionally ended up with two<br \/>\ndeep-fried dishes in a single day, which I had to adjust quickly.<br \/>\nThis year\u2019s experience was difficult, but I learned invaluable lessons. I became more<br \/>\nresilient, adaptable, and mindful of time. The future remains a mystery, one I eagerly<br \/>\nanticipate. But for now, I am reminded that this present moment is a gift\u2014one to be<br \/>\ncherished and appreciated.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One year has passed since I last wrote about my experience for the Antaiji yearbook, which means I have now been here for a year and a half. Like last year, I struggled with what to write. 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