Saturday, June 17, 2023

evolutionary journey of mothering

 The Evolutionary Journey of Mothering

Judy Yushin Nakatomi reflects on the evolutionary ride of caring and learning, and protecting that is mothering.

Photo by JW.

On the evolutionary journey of mothering, I’m practicing imperfectly. As the proud mother of two adult kids, ages 31 and 27 who are multi-ethnic, transfemme and queer, my journey of motherhood has not been a linear one. Both of my children came out separately in their twenties, which didn’t take me by complete surprise. Since they were young, I’ve had an inner knowing they were each on their own journey, and that their paths could take many directions.

Looking back, their interests and choices were more fluid than fixed by any set of “rules” presented to them, which wasn’t always met with approval and acceptance from adults in their lives. Both of my children didn’t align with gender norms or rules in school in their social behavior, choice of activities, hobbies, or friends. As they grew into adulthood, I became more curious and excited to see who they were becoming. It felt like I was being invited to be present to witness budding flowers bloom. An inner voice whispered: Wait patiently, keep caring and tending.

In its most exquisite sense, to mother is about caring for the well-being of another being, it’s about lovingkindness, empathy, protection, and a long view of being and time.

Throughout their growing up, my daughters have continually taught me how to expand and deepen my awareness of what it means to love in more boundless and spacious ways. There have been times when I’ve mothered unskillfully. Early on, I misgendered our eldest daughter (who uses they/she pronouns) without realizing the full impact of my actions. It was then that I began to observe more closely and listen more deeply.

As a Japanese American person, I know how racial microaggressions impact my own body. I began to see how my actions of not fully “getting it” impacted and hurt my children. I recognized that I could be more vocal when I witnessed misgendering happening with family and friends. As a cisgender hetero woman, I could make clear and direct corrections to family and friends while educating them on my own journey of learning to recognize and correct my mistakes.

At times, I let my fear for my kids’ safety overshadow their need to live a full life. I was aware that trans and queer people of color experience high levels of hostility, hate and violence in our world. I was also aware that leading with the vibration of fear created the rigid, tight energy that I longed to transform. I needed to remind myself that embodying joy and delight creates very strong vibrations, too. Artistic expression, through dance and music, are a vital part of both my kids’ lives — I wished to nourish and water the joy of their art.  As I educate myself and meet more LGBTQ+ parents, fear is no longer front and center. This has all been a part of the journey to unfurl and flow with the joy and vibrancy in their lives.

Our loving actions can play a vital role in transforming homophobia and transphobia. I use my voice and writing to share how I’m awakening. I point to the ways I’ve been unskillful with a promise to keep learning and growing because to mother is to have the energy of empathy, the spirit to nurture and protect, which for me is closely connected to the Primal Vow in Shin Buddhism.

The Primal Vow is the 18th verse of the Larger Sukhavativyuha Sutra, or Infinite Life Sutra, describing the bodhisattva vow of manifesting boundless compassion and liberation for all beings in everyday life. Part of the practice is gassho (palms together), and reciting the nembutsuNamo Amida Butsu. Mothering exemplifies how I interpret the vow to continue to show up to transform homophobia and transphobia by actions I take in daily life; to be the sister, friend, and mother who steps up to point to a way through fear, unskillful or harmful view, speech and action. The aspiration to universal liberation and freedom of the Primal Vow is a guiding light of love and compassion where all beings are worthy and belong, and no one is forgotten, abandoned, or neglected.

Along my kids’ journey, it became clear for me that I needed to show up in my everyday life with my family and friends and to let them know how they could continue to be a good relative and friend to our kids, my partner, and me. In speaking to some friends and family, I sensed there might be tension or misunderstanding about my children’s gender or expression. I began to frame the narrative, “I know you have loved our kids from the day they were born” to declare that as my continued hope and expectation.  I affirmed their love while offering advice on ways they could show up more: honoring pronouns, educating themselves, asking questions, checking in directly with our kids, and offering educational resources.

I began to be an advocate and a bridge to help our family and friends understand how to best show their love and acceptance for our kids’ gender identity and sexual orientation. I worked to openly answer questions and am still learning ways to be an ally to my kids and the LGBTQ+ community through groups like PFLAG and Okaeri. In Shin and Zen sangha spaces, I make sure to share my pronouns and make time to explain why it’s important.

Today, I have a different view of mothering. I recognize that “to mother” isn’t limited to biological, adoptive, step, or foster mothers. To me, to mother in its most expansive sense is not defined by gender identity — to care in the fullest sense includes all, leaving out no one, no body.

Mothering adult transfemme and queer kids is en ever-evolving practice in fluid, non-binary, non dualistic way. If I consider the word mother as a verb, “mother” is queer.  How can we compartmentalize or restrict care, love, empathy to a binary? In its most exquisite sense, to mother is about caring for the well-being of another being, it’s about lovingkindness, empathy, protection, and a long view of being and time.

The three doors of liberation remind me to be aware of notions, form, and objects of pursuit, and to ultimately let go. Thanks to impermanence, I continue to practice imperfectly on the path of mothering. This ride flows, unfurls, and opens in a non-linear way. Mothering is on a continuum — an evolutionary ride of caring, learning, and protecting.

 

Wednesday, May 24, 2023

pilgrimage origin spirit source

 

 Writing, if nothing else is a bridge between two people, a bridge made up of language. And language belongs to all of us. If I enjoy a poem, that just means I am recognizing within it something of myself, something I must already possess. 

Therefore, to love a poem is to love a part of myself revealed to me by another person.         

                                                                                                ~Ocean Vuong








~the
 warmth of butter lamps illuminating Namo Buddha Monastery, Kathmandu Valley,
Nepal



pilgrimage: a long journey to sacred sites

origin- latin originem- rise, beginning or source

spirit- latin spiritus-breath

source-latin sugere-to rise, to spring

pilgrimage of the heart-a long journey reconnecting with spirit and essence of ancestral land, mountains, rivers, and forests. ~a personal journey to connect with beginnings, source(s) of spirit, tradition, urging me to remember my true original nature

 my partner and i embarked on a five week pilgrimage to Nepal and Japan this spring. in some ways we wished to trek in the Himalayas while our bodies were strong and resilient enough, in another, we wished to embark on a pilgrimage to sites important to practitioners of Shin, Tibetan and Zen Buddhism. i recognized that although this was a physical pilgrimage trekking in high altitude, visiting auspicious monasteries and temples, i was embarking on a pilgrimage of the heart and spirit too. it was this internal journey that compels me to write and share. 

my hope is that what i share will be of service, benefit or inspiration for readers to embark on their own pilgrimage of the heart to the place(s) of spirit, origin, source for you. the locations might not be far away or require trekking in altitude. it will require effort and attentiveness to orient your heart to open and connect. 

my wish is for you to re-connect with your original nature and reclaim your rich, perhaps complicated, unique heritage.

 my wish is to offer peace or openness through some of the images and experiences i convey.  in many ways, i carried my sangha, my community with me for the five weeks inside my tiny meditation bell to the high Tibetan monasteries in the Solu Khumbu region of Nepal, the stunning magnitude of the Annapurna range at sunrise, the Tendai temples in the forests of Mt. Hiei in Japan where Shinran Shonin (founder of Jodo Shinshu), Dogen Zenji (founder of Soto Zen), Kukai (founder of Shingon) began their decades long study and practice centuries ago. Finally, to offer a glimpse of the stunning expression of joy during cherry blossom season in Kyoto that seems to put a spell on everyone~ to pause and absorb their fleeting, impermanent nature. By their very nature, they are changing in every moment and we were caught in the spell too, falling in love permeated the air~a kind of delightful way to experience love and joy in action. It reminded me of a quote from our teacher Thich Nhat Hanh:

                            there is vitality in everything, the entire cosmos is radiant with vitality. 

my hope is to continue to share with you, in small and other ways, pilgrimage of the spirit, in all its radiant vitality. 

with a smile, with a bow, to all the conditions that make it possible. 










Boudhanath Stupa, Kathmandu, Nepal 












Thursday, December 30, 2021

prepare to release


Shimenawa-ornament to welcome the New Year



Kadomatsu-traditional arrangement to welcome ancestral spirits


Kasane-stacked mochi, rice cakes for the family altar



Dear Friends, near and far, 

As we prepare to release another year, we also prepare to greet the Lunar Year of the Tiger. I want to let you know, you are part of a circle that I rely on and appreciate deeply. Like some of you, I prefer some down time near the end of the year. My heart and mind yearn and long for it. As I get older, I recognize that yearning for stillness, solitude is kind of sacred medicine from my blood and spirit ancestors. feeling the need to recalibrate my body, to listen to what the past twelve months have taught me through witnessing, observing, living, i believe we have the power to offer the wisdom of stillness and slowing down to ourselves. 

The temple bell welcomes Joya E, New Year, 108 times


This year, i treated myself to a self-styled, householder rains retreat, (a tradition in India during the time of the Buddha for disciples to study, contemplate, in one place, usually during the monsoon season). ~with intention, i set time to be in silence for part of the morning and evening for three months.  most days, I begin waking up to sitting meditation,  followed by writing a delight for 15-20 minutes; thanks to Ross Gay's Book of Delights. i've been reserving time to read a poem each day for it uplifts spirit, offering a sense of spaciousness.


 Recognizing that joy and delight need to be fed and nurtured, too. I'm filling up my well of being and goodness. the morning ritual begins~fill and heat the tea kettle, prepare, measure, and inhale the sweet grassiness of Sencha tea leaves, feed Axie, our four legged sibling,


 


light a candle and incense and offer a bell or chant~ practicing being fully present. looking out the window, i smile at dewdrops on the trees, early sunlight alighting sky, solitude of a fog blanketed morning.

waking up to greet a new day with enough time to offer gratitude to fresh possibility. we should enjoy our happiness and offer it to everyone. cherish this very moment. *





it's been another year of joys and sorrows, loss and welcome of new and old conditions, of earth communicating her suffering through wildfires, tornados, floods. and sentient beings impacted by war, occupation, migration. those separated from loved ones, some without a country, a nation, a place to call home. i settle in stillness acknowledging the weight and heft of the year and know that stillness is a friend to help reconcile the sorrows and joys, birth and death. 

i return to wanting you to know that I cherish your friendship and kinship,  how and when you show up and care. your presence is felt, seen and heard from a place deep inside. 




 i created a wreath to honor the lives of those who have transitioned this year, including my mother, Bette Misao, the matriarch of our family and those known and unknown, well known and not well known. the flowers remind me of the beauty, all phases of living and that nothing is permanent. (I'm inviting those who wish to add names of folks who have transitioned in the comments section and i'll include them in a morning lovingkindness meditation.) 

my wish for you: to take a few moments to   p  a  u  s  e      in stillness, give yourself a gift of acknowledging our beautiful planet.  we get to live here, now,  in this time of flow and imperfection, to wake up each day, with all the magnificent and minuscule conditions, and we get to be, here together. touching the earth in gratitude for this life, just as it is. 




perhaps you haven't experienced loss of family or friend to the pandemic, many have not been so lucky. holidays can be especially difficult when a loved one is no longer present. please take good care of yourself with a little more patience. offer goodness from your heart toward neighbor, relation, community who might be struggling. with the heart and spirit of a grandmother's love, robai-shin,  see from a wider view, a heart that has witnessed much suffering in her lifetime, and still offers wholehearted care, support and love. 

i'm releasing 2021 by sharing two ways to nurture hope: an image of a special soup, ozoni, i grew up enjoying on New Year's morning and preparing for  2022 with a favorite poem by Indigenous poet, author, cultural hero, Joy Harjo.

 may they buoy and warm your spirit and help you remember, reveal what might be hidden or forgotten. 




breathe and slow down to welcome the energy of the Lunar Year of the Tiger.

hands together, in gassho,  🌕🎋judy 


 Prepare

The first earth gift of breathing

Opened your body, these lungs, this heart

Gave birth to the ability to interact

With dreaming

You are a story fed by generations

You carry songs of grief, triumph

Thankfulness and joy

Feel their power as they ascend 

Within you

As you walk, run swiftly, even fly

Into infinite possibility 


Let go that which burdens you

Let go any acts of unkindness or brutality

From or against you

Let go that which has burdened your family

Your community, your nation

Or disturbed your soul

Let go one breath into another


Pray thankfulness for this Earth we are

For this becoming we are

For this sunlight touching skin we are

For the cooling of the dark we are


Listen now as Earth sheds her skin

Listen as the generations move

One against the other to make power

We are bringing in a new story


We will be accompanied by ancient songs

And will celebrate together


Breathe this new dawn

Assist it as it opens its mouth

To breathe.














* Our True Heritage by Thich Nhat Hanh






Saturday, March 20, 2021

this is my home

signs i made torn down within a day in my neighborhood

destroyed or disappeared within days








flower market in my community~ flowing in full
vibrant, diversity


 Monday, March 15~we are over a year into covid times and i yearn to take a road trip. to feel the wind on my face, to inhale the expansiveness of long roads, hills, horizon, sky and sing out loud with my favorite road tunes (Hamilton, anyone?).

Tuesday, March 16~ after the shooting massacre of hate and violence that took the lives of innocent Asian American women and men in their workplace and business in Atlanta, a shift occurred from openness to fear and anger. 

what's going on? I have two views of my state of being and state of living right now. One looks like the map below, sunny and full of possibility. the other view,  an energy of uncertainty rising, of hate and violence. 



i use she/her pronouns and we and ours. why does that matter?  identity matters and my friend, an Indigenous elder taught me that her people always travel with their ancestors and therefore, she uses we pronouns  because they don't travel alone. i began to sit, reflect and understand this over the years we have spent together.  i can travel with my ancestors and the grandparents i didn't have the good fortune to meet. i feel them beside me from her teaching. so when i say,  i want to take a road trip,  i'm speaking up for my ancestors, too, who were limited where and when they could move or travel,  excluded from places because of bigotry, racism and lost their businesses and livelihoods. They were incarcerated for years behind barbed wire due their skin color and ethnic heritage even though most were citizens. 

i made a list of the directions to go. as an asian woman over 60,  pondering if a solo road trip is wise in this time of rising hate, violence, murder of Asian Americans.

as i go about imagining direction and destination, something gnaws at me, discomfort and unease in my body,  and it hits me, on the short list of potential locations, i print in block letters: ANTI-RACIST.  i want to go somewhere where there are no white terrorists, white supremacists. i don't know if there's such a place.  i've not felt this way before, fearful of traveling alone.  how safe am i here in my community going about my day to day business?  hate crimes have occurred in many cities in California. the signs we made this summer in solidarity for Black Lives and to dismantle racism in my neighborhood were immediately destroyed or disappeared.  


thanks to Newmexicowomen.org for this art!





Recently,  i noticed a BIPOC* person wearing a t-shirt graphic that read "It's an honor just to be asian" a quote by actor Sandra Oh. i loved it and wanted one! in the days that followed, i asked myself, will i be brave enough to wear it? where? all places and spaces? would i place a sign with the sentiment and firm declaration in my front yard? how would it feel in my body to show up like that completely? 

I would feel COMPLETE, WHOLE and SEEN with a sense of belonging. 

 i benefit from light brown skin, i can pass like a chameleon in dominant culture spaces by making dominant culture comfortable. i have privileges and resources i haven't always had.  i have made white folks super comfortable so they don't even notice and/or "see" me in my fullness or wholeness. Friends and colleagues have asked and said things like, "Do you consider yourself a person of color? "I don't consider your color, you're just you." it is exhausting, disheartening, offensive to be seen in a  superficial way and not seen, dismissed in other ways. In the past, it's been a defense mechanism to want to disappear, put my head down, or deflect attention by changing the subject from the curious and offensive question, "what are you anyway?"

                                                            *Black Indigenous People of Color

 some days i feel physically tired from the decades of contorting myself to fit into the box of offensive stereotypes; exotic, model minority, martial arts black belt, or simply, the asian who looks "so familiar." some days i'm exhausted, feeling the internal scars of working to fit in. work hard, don't look or sound like a stranger in my home state and country. After Tuesday, March 16, I am shaken, scared, terrified for my AAPI (Asian American Pacific Islander) community.  

learning the devastating news of the massacre in Atlanta (objectification and fetishization of Asian women, a topic for another time), witnessing the traumatic videos and stories of violence toward Asian people, elders especially, i feel anger and heat rise inside while also feeling vulnerable for our community. watching the desecration and vandalism of Buddhist temples in Southern California, my heart aches as it reminds me of the historic racist, xenophobic destruction of our Buddhist temples during WWII. 

community repairs a vandalized lantern

 i endeavor to take a road trip and be in silence a few days, to take care of my well of being and recognize i could be a recipient of hate.  How will i practice with a body of fear and anger and heart with the capacity and dedication for love? How will i continue to cultivate the sense of belonging wherever i am? How to be at home even where hate, discrimination, and violence is present? 

 I've turned these questions into contemplations by being still, pausing, walking on the Earth. 

While being still, walking slowly, I'm coming back to myself, my true nature.  My true nature is peace, calm, and openheartedness. In stillness I remember i am in love with life and value all beings. In my heart, I don't hold hatred, even if hatred is pointed toward me. That's me. 

I'm still not sure of the direction of the road trip, yes, there will be a road trip. Now it will be guided by my heart and my ancestors directing me. They will be at my side.

I'm going to continue to be in stillness, walk the Earth and listen. 

I need to continue to come back to myself, my true home and cultivate love of all sentient beings. Tears flowing, fear and anger transforming. 

In the meantime, I ordered the t-shirt,  I'll  be wearing it fully, proudly and loudly all over town.




I am remembering~

We belong here in our fullness. Worthy. Welcome. This is our home.


And WE, my ancestors and i will continue to






This songversation by India Arie and friends came up in my feed and i'd like to share it with you, especially the last half where she  offers Worthy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTavPT15yWY






                                                     

Sunday, October 11, 2020

Love Letter




 I was once offered a profound, enduring lesson; how to write a love letter. To this day, this teaching informs my dreams, imagination, contemplation, intention I set as I compose letters, emails, many forms of communication. When it was offered this way, to write a love letter,  it expanded my understanding of the vibration and energy that writing is energy transmitted onto page. Writing from a place of love, I ask: Is it compassionate? Will it help someone or something?  Will it harm? What is my heart telling me?

Thich Nhat Hanh has introduced me to so many ways of looking, wider, deeper, that feels like I'm touching a deeper, wider part of me. I feel so lucky to be alive at this time.  I am grateful. Thank you for helping me to touch more of my original self. 

Perhaps you have heard of Love Letter to Earth? If ever you feel disconnected, I invite you to read, contemplate the Love Letter to Earth. My wish is for you to feel a sense of lightness, hope, and love transmitted through these words:

https://plumvillage.org/articles/love-letter-to-the-earth-2/

https://1gkys61108am2vvslv1ayriu-wpengine.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/Touching-the-Earth-to-Mother-Earth-10-texts.pdf




 now love is wide and spacious, love is not confined, confused, or scarce. 

love beyond space and time. 💛

The following poem is by Dr. Larry Ward,  a lay disciple and ordained teacher of Zen Master Venerable Thich Nhat Hanh.  Read it as a love letter to a teacher and friend.  Often times, prose and poetry are composed in times of turmoil; an intimate space for grief, sorrow, gratitude, hope, renewal to arise. Both their writings can be a balm, medicine, to help bring tears and movement, to soothe, heal, repair, and ultimately inspire and propel us to move forward. 

On this day, we celebrate the continuation and 94th birthday of teacher, Zen master, Venerable Thich Nhat Hanh.


A POEM

What can I say about my beloved teacher?

I can say that the soft whisper of his voice in the dark night of confusion, of fear and sorrow, calls us home to our true selves.

I can say that his teachings bring the dharma rain, bathing us in healing energy in the blessed peace of our lives.

I can say that his gentle footsteps upon the earth ride on the winds of peace, the thunder of compassion, and reflect the powerful moonlight of understanding.

I can say that he tirelessly engages with his whole being in the noblest of causes, to heal and transform the breaking waves of our shadows.

I can say I love my teacher because he has nourished the teacher in me to wake up, wake up, wake up.

I can say that his practice, his prose, and his poetry speak with the beauty and clarity of the buddha within each of us.

I can say that on this very day we are most fortunate to be here together, to be in touch with the miracle of deep breath, and the holy moment of awareness in which we are touched by that which is not coming and not going.

So here we are together in the heart of Thich Nhat Hanh.


~  Larry Ward
https://www.thelotusinstitute.org/














Thursday, October 1, 2020

GAZING AT THE MOON

Let's gaze at the full moon tonight and appreciate

 their radiance, 

spacious stillness.  And smile.





Tonight or some night,  how about reading a poem to a loved one, ancestors, a pet person, or to one with whom you have had difficulty? What poem would you choose to read or compose? 

On love, healing, openness, forgiveness? 


Moon gazing is tradition from China over one thousand five hundred years ago that spread to Vietnam, Korea, and more. In Japan,  it's called Jugoya Tsukimi. The tradition sometimes included music and composing poetry, all in a gathering of community. In this time of shifting and awakening, I love the practice of sharing stillness, contemplation, appreciation of nature, interconnection in community. 





I propose a night sending goodness, sweetness out to the world.

Greet the moon. Let's start a revolution of healing, togetherness, in community. 



Poems for you:


VIRA ~ HERO    (Sanskrit)


Truly strong

among those

who think themselves

strong.


Truly unafraid

among those 

who hide their

fear.


A hero

among those

who talk of heroes.


Don't be fooled by outward signs-

lifting heavy things

or picking fights with weaker opponents

and running headfirst into battle.


A real hero

walks the Path

to its end.


Then shows others the way.


                    ~ FIRST FREE WOMEN

        Poems of Early Buddhist Nuns



MUTTA ~ FREE        (Sanskrit)


One morning after begging for my food-

looking down at one more meal

I hadn't worked for,

hadn't paid for,

hadn't earned.


A life of debts I could never repay

pushing in on all sides

like the weight of the sea.


I blinked,

and a 

tear

fell into

my bowl.


Would it always feel like this?


Just as the moon rises up

from the bottom of the sea,

a handful of rice lifted itself

from the bottom of my bowl.


And my heart rose with it.


I wish I could tell you

how it tasted-


that first bit of food

as a free woman.


           ~ FIRST FREE WOMEN

        Poems of Early Buddhist Nuns