想起这整个过程,我意识到自己在深处情绪漩涡的时候还是会overwhelmed, 无力招架,无法保持正念。别人可能觉得我是一个太过善良的人,但是我知道我之所以见不得这些流浪狗受苦,其实是投射了自己曾经没有被回应被看见的情感… 加之道德敏感性过高。 ai 告诉我要设立一个情感安全阀,不要被无助和难过淹没,也要意识到这是社会结构性的问题,个人能做的有限。
At the bus gathering point on Yutuo Road at 7 am, the sky was still dark, but neon lights were shining, and the drivers were calling out one by one, “Sang Ye Sang Ye…” The slumbering memories were being awakened… However, this time I went to the Gandan Monastery – the ancestral temple of Gelug School.
The trip departs at 7:30 and arrives at the temple by 9:30. After leisurely enjoying a bowl of beef noodle soup and a cup of sweet tea in the dining hall, I began to explore the temple.
The temple is built along the slope of a mountain, but the main structure feels quite dense and even somewhat cramped, giving it a somewhat chaotic appearance. The layout on the exterior is unremarkable, unlike the Luo Zhuo wo long Monastery, which is also situated on a mountain peak and has a grand and opulent interior, or the Sang Ye Monastery, which is filled with artistic elements.
After going up and down and paying homage to the main halls, including the Cuo Qing Great Hall, the Ling-ta Hall, and the Debate Grounds, it was almost time for the bus pickup. There was no time to visit the retreat site of Guru Tsongkhapa or other significant religious sites in the back mountains. This would have to wait for another visit.
On the return bus ride, basking in the sunlight, and listening to the faint chanting coming from the Tibetan woman seated in the back, I felt relaxed and dozed off…