We held our 2022 Obon/Hastubon service at the temple on June 10.  It was an extra special Obon because it occurred in the wake of a major fire at our temple.  The fire occurred in our basement on July 8th due to an electrical malfunction. We are still assessing damage, but we are pleased that our Onaijin (Altar) seems to have survived undamaged.  These circumstances helped remind us of the teachings of impermanence and interconnection that are so fundamental to Buddhism.  

In Japan, Obon is an important season where the spirits of loved ones who have died return to their homes to join the living in feasting and dancing. 

black and white photo of people doing traditional Japanese Obon Dancing in a temple parking lot
Picture: Historic photo of Obon Dancing  (courtesy of Seiko Go)
 

Obon is also a time when people put aside their work and travel back from the cities to their family homes in the countryside.  It is a homecoming, a time to reminisce and celebrate.  It is a time to reflect on how interconnected we are with each other.  It is a time to show our gratitude and love for our ancestors and predecessors who have made our current lives possible.  Although a version of Obon is celebrated in other Buddhist regions, in Japan part of the Obon tradition specifically includes the understanding that spirits of the ancestors return on the backs of dragonflies. 

With this background in mind, I would like to share the English translation of  lyrics to Obon no Uta, a song that was played at our service:  

Riding on dragonflies, guests are returning from the far away Pure Land [of Amida Buddha]!

It’s the yearly visit of our guests. 

Dragonfly, dragonfly, red dragonfly!

Guiding the spirits with lights and paper lanterns

We’ll all go out to greet our guests. 

 

Red Dragon Fly perched on a stick

 

I enjoy this view of the ancestors returning to their former homes in the land of the living on the backs of red dragonflies. Over the years, I have appreciated hearing many of our temple members and friends tell their own stories about dragonflies and now I have a few of my own to add. My mother  died in January, so this is our hatsubon year, my first Obon without my mother.  Last week I was able to go back to the cranberry farm on the coast of Washington where I was raised.  One morning I  went out on my own and wandered around our farm, nibbling on wild berries, watching the birds, and thinking of all the things my mom had shown me and shared with me on the property over the years.  At one point, as I was standing by one of our irrigation ponds, admiring the yellow water lilies, I heard a buzzing and looked down and there was a red dragonfly at my feet.  I said, “Oh, hi Ma.”   It made me happy to see the dragonfly and in that moment I felt a connection to my mother. 

Each year, as the ministers and community members go out and lead short Obon services at the cemeteries in Eastern Oregon and Western Idaho, we find dragonflies of all different colors. The Vale cemetery in particular often has lots and lots of little yellow dragonflies, a species I had never seen before.   Who knows? Maybe in Vale the dead return on the backs of yellow dragonflies and not red ones.

Buddhist priests in robes visit cemetery during Obon season

Picture: Obon Cemetery Visit at Baker City

I don’t know if I really believe that dragonflies are carrying the spirits of our loved ones back to us during Obon season.  But I like the tradition.  I like the image. And most of all, I like that every time I see a dragonfly, I am reminded of the people who have come before us. 

 

Here at the temple, we have been thinking  about the people who came before us a lot over the last few days as we deal with the aftermath of the fire in our temple basement. We’ve been thinking about the people who built our temple.  The people, mostly first and second generation Japanese and Japanese Americans who had the inspiration to take on this project of building a Japanese Buddhist temple so soon after the end of WW2. It was a huge project that required a  commitment of time, energy, and money. Our temple is celebrating its 75th anniversary this year, and, although there are a few people still alive who helped to build it, most of the people who had the idea of building it, the people who did the fundraising, and the people who did most of the physical labor are now dead.  This temple was their gift to us, their gift to the community, to future generations of people of all ethnic and cultural, and even religious, backgrounds who live in this area. 

Black and white photo of group of people in the snow at the temple dedication
Picture: IOBT Temple Dedication
 

As we look at the temple and as we consider what it means to us and the Ontario community, I think we can see the temple as a kind of red dragonfly.  The temple reminds us of those who came before us.  Seeing their work, the work of their minds and bodies, seeing the fruits of their generosity and commitment, reminds us that their lives and our lives continue to be connected.  As we work to repair and rebuild the temple, our hands touch the same bricks and beams and pipes that their hands touched. We can thank them for the gift that they gave us. We can pause to realize that we are still connected.  The interconnection between all beings across time and space is a fundamental teaching of Buddhism, but it is something we often are too busy to recognize and celebrate.  

Children and adults enjoy dance practice in Buddhist Temple basement

Picture: Obon Dance Practice in the temple basement 2019 (this is the area that was the most damaged in the recent fire)

This Obon let us remember to pause and reflect on those who have come before us.  Let us celebrate the relationships with the people who have made our lives possible. We can do that no matter what our beliefs are.  Whether they return to us on the backs of red dragonflies, in stories that are shared, in a favorite recipe, or in a piece of craftsmanship and creativity that continues to be part of our lives, the connection between them and us is very real

In Gassho, 

Rev. Anne Spencer

(Assistant Minister, Idaho Oregon Buddhist Temple)

 



Female Buddhist minister in black robes

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