One Cup, One Life...

I recently posted this over on my friend Colin Beaven's blog, at No Impact Project. I thought I'd put it up here as well.

 

Kawagishi-sensei is a Zen Buddhist monk, and he’s a teacher at the high school where I work. He teaches calligraphy, which is a traditional art in Japan. Like high schools in America, there are many clubs that students here can join.

In the calligraphy club, students practice the art of painting Japanese Kanji, the Chinese characters that make up part of the written language. Painting calligraphy is an old tradition in Japan, and the characters look lovely, even to my untrained eye.

Kawagishi-sensei has been teaching calligraphy for over 30 years. My Japanese isn’t good enough to speak much with him, but a couple of times a week we try to chat. I noticed that every day he drinks his tea in a special teacup on his desk. It’s a beautiful ceramic cup.  The rich, textured colors shine in the light, and I assumed it must be new because it’s so polished.

When I asked him about it, he told me that he’d bought it with his first paycheck as a teacher, thirty-five years ago. It was made in a famous Japanese style called Aritayaki. This cup of his has seen him through three and a half decades of his life. Every day he uses it, and it’s still a gorgeous cup.

What struck me was how much this cup must mean to him by now. It also seemed very kind to the environment to use just one cup in all that time. I know that if you took all the cups I’ve used over the past thirty years, they would probably need their own landfill. How many paper cups, Styrofoam coffees, coke bottles, water bottles...how much glass and plastic have I used and thrown away in the course of my days over the years? Too many to be sure.

Apart from the simplicity of using one cup is the fact that it’s made of clay. It was dug from the earth, molded by hand, glazed and fired in a kiln. It made me think that consumption itself isn’t necessarily bad. There are ways to own things that can be fun, and even meaningful, and also friendly to the environment. What if everything I owned was acquired to celebrate an occasion, and lasted a lifetime?

Comments

[Dana]

Nice post. I read few time ago a novel "The teahouse fire" by Ellis Avery, a very nice and well written novel where the story gravitates around the tea ceremony and everything linked with it. The author travelled in Japan when she was 16 and fell in love with this ceremony; later she attends courses for five years in New York and Kyoto to learn this ancient art.

[Tomo Edington]

I just broke my 3rd tea pot in 2 years, and I am heartbroken. I think it takes a Buddhist monk to love something for such a long time without worrying about the day it breaks... What a lovely story.

[Rob Zen - zendealer.org]

Hello Sean,

I hope it is ok, I have translated your text into the german language and have taken your original photo. If not, please tell me.

"Ein Leben, eine Tasse"
http://www.zendealer.org/2011/12/ein-leben-eine-tasse.html

Rob