Kneel on a Cushion
Today, we held the sixth anniversary of my grandfather’s death (and sixteenth anniversary of my grandmother’s death).
Many relatives came to my home, and we chanted a Buddhist sutra.
While we are chanting a Buddhist chant, we usually kneel on our knees on a cushion.
However, I have a little bit of trouble with this posture, and as expected, my legs go to sleep.
I couldn’t stand up for a while, but anyway, this event passed in peace.
Meanwhile, actually my mother is a Christian while my father is a Buddhist.
So sometimes I have no idea who I am.
