[This post has been updated as of 10.25.07.]
This past weekend, I was in the San Francisco Bay Area for the 2007 Buddhist Spiritual Care Symposium at the Insight Meditation Center in Redwood City. It was the third annual symposium of this kind, but the first that I have been able to attend. In addition to Redwood City, my visit also took me into San Francisco proper and nearby Fremont. It was quite a trip, and I have lots of pictures to share below. (Click on any picture for an enlarged view.)
My girlfriend Jennifer and I spent Thursday evening and most of the day Friday in San Francisco. Friday afternoon actually turned into something of an impromptu walking tour of the city…

Haight-Ashbury–the intersection of the Haight and Ashbury streets near Golden Gate Park. As I’m sure many readers know, this was ground zero for all things “counter-culture” in the 1960s. Both the hippie and Beat movements have deep roots in this area. As a beneficiary of the teachings of both hippies and Beats, I was happy to have visited “The Haight” during my time in San Francisco.

City Lights Bookstore. Like Haight-Ashbury, this was another spot I just wanted to be in the presence of–if only for a moment. Sandwiched between the North Beach and Chinatown neighborhoods of San Francisco, City Lights is the independent publishing house perhaps most famous for printing a little something called Howl and Other Poems by Allen Ginsberg in 1956. This act thrust City Lights and its founders Lawrence Ferlinghetti (an important poet in his own right) and Peter D. Martin into the national spotlight a year later, when offended and over-zealous customs officials seized around 500 copies bound for London. In the subsequent obscenity trial that followed, the court found in favor of City Lights (represented by the American Civil Liberties Union), with the judge even declaring that Howl was a poem of “redeeming social importance.”

Alcatraz Island. I know it was a lighthouse, a Civil War fort that never saw action (though individuals aiding/supporting the Confederacy were imprisoned there), and a notorious federal penitentiary, and that it is now a tourist attraction. Other than that, all my information about the site comes from the eponymous and remarkably mindless action movie The Rock. This being the case, I think I’ll stop right there with my description of Alcatraz.

The Palace of Fine Arts. This is a very well-known and lovely spot in the Marina District. As it turns out, though, it houses no actual fine art.

On Friday evening, I rendezvoused with some of my
UWest classmates and headed to Fremont, where we were guests of most generous hosts at
Wat Buddhanusorn, a magnificent Thai temple and monastery. Arrangements with the temple were made by my friend, colleague, and fellow chaplain
Somya Malasri, who I have written about before here at the blog–in
this post and
this post. Somya is currently a chaplain candidate in the U.S. Army, set to become the very first Buddhist chaplain in the Army.
I think I speak for everyone when I say that our stay could not have been more pleasant. There is a lot of life and a lot of peacefulness at the temple, and I was touched by the good humor, encouragement, and gentleness of the abbot, Phra Videsdhammakavi. He’s an extraordinary man, and I hope our paths cross again soon.
Here are some of the pictures I took at Wat Buddhanusorn…

The main temple.

The Buddha statue on the altar. Photo by Ed Barth.

Our group photo with the abbot, taken by a kind young monastic.
(From left to right: Ven. Hyun Gak, Ed, Daphna, Ven. Aroon Seeda, Somya, Phra Videsdhammakavi and friend, Nate, Ven. Rinchen Gyatso, and yours truly.)

A mural depicting the Buddha at Bodh Gaya, a place that has twice been my home. (In a modern touch, the Mahabodhi Mahavihara is visible behind the Buddha.) Ven. Aroon tells me that the man who painted the murals inside the temple is quite famous in Thailand.

A fountain and garden near the main temple.

An explanation courtesy of Ven. Gyatso: “This is a naga, a kind of mythical serpent….Ven. Aroon told us a story of a disciple of the Buddha complaining that a naga was bothering him while he tried to meditate, so the Buddha told him to ask the naga for the jewel it kept in its throat. Apparently, nagas release the jewel at night to attract animals to eat, so if it gives away the jewel it will die. The disciple asked for the jewel the next time the naga showed up, and it went away never to bother him again.”

A sign hanging on a tree behind the main temple.

Some of the many cats living on the temple grounds. With a little organization, they could easily rule the place.

A monk mopping the temple steps before breakfast on Saturday.

Our venerables bundled up and waiting for breakfast.

Me at our ridiculously massive breakfast feast. Two minutes after this picture was taken, someone put a plate of submarine sandwiches on that little corner of table beside me–no kidding! Photo by Ed Barth.
The symposium was all day on Saturday. I could tell you about it, but, frankly,
Lt. Jeanette Shin does a much better and more engaging job of it than I could:
We began with meditation, followed by an opening Dharma talk by Tom Kilts, a CPE administrator of the Vajrayana tradition, who presented an outstanding lecture and discussion on the forms of authority implicit in chaplaincy work. Following his talk, everyone introduced themselves, and then we had a great vegetarian lunch! After lunch, we had a talk by guest speaker Dr. Dhammaratna Rina Sircar, a Dharma teacher of vast experience in pastoral care. She is originally from Burma; everyone was deeply moved to hear her relate her concern for the welfare of her family in Burma. She led us in a beautiful refuge-taking (Vandana Ti-Sirana), followed by a prayer to the 28 Buddhas. Her message was about her experience in care for elderly patients; she emphasized for us to cultivate tolerance, and especially patience. She concluded her talk by leading us through the Loving-Kindness Meditation. After another short break we had simultaneous breakout sessions on current issues in chaplaincy. We wrapped up around 1630, and concluded with Dedication of Merit to the people of Burma and all those suffering in conflicts throughout the world.
Though I was similarly affected and edified by the presentations and the break-out sessions, what I most appreciated about the symposium was simply getting to meet so many of my Buddhist brothers and sisters in chaplaincy. In many cases, I was putting faces to names I have emailed with in the past.
And it was also wonderful to see my old friend and Naropa colleague Marshall White, who was one of the conference organizers. Marshall and I were friends at school and did our first units of Clinical Pastoral Education (C.P.E.) together. I was able to visit with him, his wonderful wife, and new son a little bit, and that was certainly a special part of the day.
Here are two pictures from the symposium:

Among the many cool things that happened during the symposium, our UWest venerables were invited to offer a blessing before our delicious vegetarian lunch. I was proud of my colleagues as they each offered something special from their respective traditions of Theravāda Buddhism, Drikung Kagyu Tibetan Buddhism, and Chogye Korean Soen.

An incomplete group photo, taken by Bella Cloake.
(From left to right, back row: Lesley, Wil, Ven. Hyun Gak, Nate, Ven. Aroon, Jeanette, Somya, me.
From left to right, front row: Julia, Daphna, Ed, Ven. Gyatso, Tina.)
If you’ve been following the news in the last few days, you’ve probably heard a lot about
the devastating wildfires raging across southern California. During our drive back from the Bay area on Sunday, we encountered (we think) three of them. Below are some images of those.




[Incidentally, my friend Michael at The Brainy Gamer mentions some things you can do to help those affected by the fires in his latest podcast. I'd like to join him in recommending that you support the American Red Cross in their relief efforts.]
Sunday ended with a few us going to a Santa Monica yoga center for a dharma talk by
Dean Sluyter, who is an author,
Dzogchen Foundation teacher, and prison chaplain.
All in all, it was an extraordinary weekend. I’m already looking forward to next year’s conference.