Denise Chan had stumbled into Daoism. She’d taken a wrong turn in the back of Nu‘uanu Valley and discovered the temple. Curious, she walked to the entrance. The place was deserted, but she could hear music.
Turning the corner, she found an older monk sitting and playing flute. Dressed in blue robes, she was short and thick. Her instrument could be described the same way.
The monk stopped, opened her eyes.
“Welcome,” she said, “do you like the music?”
She introduced herself as Kwan. Denise introduced herself as well and asked about the place. She briefly explained Daoism, talked about the monks, and pointed out dormitory buildings farther back.
Sensing Denise’s interest, Kwan said, “Anyone is welcome to visit and experience our lifestyle. Stay as long as you like. There is no cost. You must, however, come to work, even if it means peeling potatoes or scrubbing toilets. We are not about sitting and meditating. If that’s what you want, you might try Buddhism.”
Denise wondered what kind of work the monk might be doing sitting and playing her flute.
Kwan laughed. “Ah, yes, it is sitting and meditating, but I’m working too. I have the morning shift protecting our temple.”
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Aloha #WriterFriday, I hope you are well. Today’s #WritingPrompt is
a quiet place
Please use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece on your site and link back to me, or simply leave it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )