This afternoon we went to a Buddhist temple for a traditional baby blessing. All the parents held their babies and sat on the floor of the temple in front of three huge Buddha statues (no pictures allowed) while a Buddhist priest chanted and then sprinkled water on us all (parents, too). It was a moment of connection between all the parents, our children's heritage and the larger community--at least that is what I, Mark, felt. A note to Monica Willard: they have a peace pole on the Temple grounds.
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Ronnie,
Your Uncle Alan sent me this message to forward on and was looking for a way to contact you...
"The blog is so wonderful! I finally had the time to spend enjoying it. So verkempt (Yiddish for choked up) I became! I so cannot wait to see you all. The temples sounds fascinating, though these days I'm less of a defined "Buddhist", than I had been...still quite drawn to much of it, while feeling most genuine as spiritually unlabeled...for now anyway...
Hey, to you need to be picked up on the 8th at LaGuardia? Chicago United #836 ? I have the comfy van would love to do it. I will bring dumplings and oranges and fake sweet sugar fruits for good luck !
Love love love xoxoxo"
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