Last week I attended a program at my library on Balinese Gong Meditation. Though I lived in Indonesia and went to Bali several times, I knew nothing about this.
The presenter briefly spoke about how sound healing was becoming better known for its effectiveness and how she’s been using gongs from Bali for a few years at various retreats and library programs. She explained that the gong’s sounds often “bring up” a lot of toxins and emotions.
The lights were dimmed and we were urged to get comfortable. I closed my eyes, but I don’t think that was necessary. The “gongist” began by striking the gong to get deep, long tones, which was rather pleasant to hear. After an interval, she’d make a series of quicker higher pitched sounds. These made me feel like someone was chasing me. She alternated between these kinds of sounds. The quick sounds always made me a little nervous, while the deep, slow ones calmed me. Perhaps that was the point.
She played for about 40 minutes and some people fell asleep which was fine. The leader did say that 40 minutes of listening to gongs was like 4 hours of sleep as far as relaxation goes. Hmm.
In the end, I thought it was fun to explore this kind of meditation, but yoga or meditation by repeating a mantra was more my style. I tried to find a picture of the sort of gong she used, but no Balinese gong looked like hers. This is in line with my memory of what I’d seen in Bali. It was fun to try, but I’m glad I didn’t pay for the experience.
I thought I’d join as I love both China and china. Here are the details from the hosts:
“So for your submission this week, it can be either crockery or anything oriental. Maybe a photograph of a trip to China. As long as it reflects China in one form or another, the task this week is very varied.”
My Dad got a new car on Friday. I always love the smell of new cars and it’s fun to see the new features and be in such a pristine vehicle.
What makes me laugh is there are all kinds of voice activated features, but they don’t exactly work right. So when I was getting my first ride, my father told the car to “Turn up the air conditioning.” and the car turned on the radio to a station in L.A. with a traffic report. Then Dad repeated his request and the car turned on the heating.
I’ve found the story of the abdication of Japan’s Emperor Akihito. He’s the first emperor to leave office. Akihito is 86 and decided to abdicate due to his age and health. Many thought he should stay in this role till his death as is the custom. This weekend on NHK, the Japanese PBS channel, they offered several documentaries on the Emperor Emeritus’ long reign.
In Japan the year is determined by the current Emperor so this year will be Reiwa 1. Emperor Akihito’s era was Heisei and till April 30 the year was Heisei 30.
Dianne, her student Emma and I went to Daming Lake on Tuesday for what’s become a weekly evening walk. Before the moon came out, we found a new, intriguing restaurant in a refurbished old shop by the canals downtown. The name is in Chinese and I can’t
While the exterior looks traditional, inside there’s a crisp, bright, artsy look.
Restaurant location marked in red
With Emma’s help we ordered mixed vegetables, fried tofu and what we thought was tempura rose petals.
The tofu was served in a dramatic manner. The server brought us a black plate with a circle of salt and the tofu stuffed inside foil. She lit the salt and flames heated the tofu before they went out. Then she cut a cross through the tofu to open it.
Tofu with spice and sprouts
Tempura purple potatoes
The tempura rose petals turned out to be tempura mashed purple potatoes, with rose petals as a garnish. Probably tastier than the petals we thought we’d get. I admit I first thought it was red bean paste inside and I turned up my nose at the dish. Once Emma said it was purple potatoes, I liked it. That says a lot more about me and psychology than the food itself.
The mixed vegetables, while not innovative were a tasty addition to the meal. We’d definitely return.