In one of my earliest posts on this blog, I talked about Blanche’s key role in my early years at Zen Center – these lessons will stay with me as long as I practise, and this is how a person lives on after their death. Since I was heading to Zen Center for a scheduled priest meeting on Friday afternoon, I went early to join others sitting with her body in the Buddha Hall for a while.
I don’t know that I have much more new to say; it was nice on Friday to go back to find a few posts I wrote in the Ino’s Blog where I featured Blanche, which I invite you to read, and even follow the links to her dharma talks (edited to add up-to-date links). I also delved into my photo archive to pull up a selection to offer to the web people at Zen Center, and a dharma friend who wanted a picture to put on her altar, so here are a few of the many pictures I have of her.
This is a scan of a film photograph, from my first weeks at Zen Center in 2000. Blanche and Lou in the courtyard, a personal favourite picture for many reasons.
Blanche at a residents’ retreat at Green Gulch, enjoying herself along with everyone else.
There were always hugs. This is Ren’s shuso ceremony at Tassajara in 2007.
Blanche as the lead preceptor at a jukai in 2010.
Blanche was outspokenly progressive in many areas, and made a point of supporting Pride, and Zen Center’s contribution to the parade.
Blanche in Lily Alley, seeing off a carload of monks heading down to start a practice period at Tassajara. This was part of her being the ‘grandmother’ of Zen Center, and she did it for as long as she was physically capable of it.
Blanche on the morning of Christina’s Mountain Seat ceremony in 2012, making herself useful. During morning soji she would often have a dustpan and brush and be sweeping the stairs from the main hallway up to the kaisando.
Later that same day, looking a little more formal.
At a Zen Center meeting at Greens. When I looked at pictures from that day recently, it was poignant to think that at the time, nobody would have thought that Steve would die before Blanche.
At the bonfire which marks the end of the New Year’s Eve celebration, after midnight.
She would also be present for the New Year morning procession. Here she offers words of encouragement in the kaisando.
Her last visit to Tassajara, for Lucy’s shuso ceremony in 2014
Her last Saturday lecture (I think), March 2015. In her last years, she spoke almost exclusively about lovingkindness.
From my last visit to the care facility where she stayed before her death – she was frail, but still sharp and full of love.
Looking positively regal at a tokudo ceremony.
Shundo- thanks for being a Groit- a storyteller, helping to maintain the history of this great and perfect woman, in pictures and words.
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Thank you Shalamah.
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The links to the talks appear to be out of date. I wonder if anyone at SFZC can put a list of talks with links on the memorial page or wherevr it is appropriate? I always loved listening to Zenkei’s words and I have been having difficulty finidng talks.
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Thanks for pointing this out Michael. I regret I did not check the link from the ino’s blog before posting. I would guess that the website structure has changed since 2010. You can access all the talks here, and search for Blanche’s talk through the different years:
http://www.sfzc.org/teachings/audio/recorded-dharma-talks
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With deep gratitude for your love of Blanche, the community and this practice that you capture so clearly and share so freely through your photos and insights. Thank you, Shundo.
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Thank you Nancy.
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Totally wonderful photos, Shundo. She is alive in them.
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Really enjoying these photos of Blanche! Thank you, Shundo!
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Zen people just chillin lol
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This is really beautiful, Shundo. Thank you.
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Lovely. Thanks for the memories.
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Oh Shundo, she’s holding my hands in the second-last photo… I had forgotten that. My tears are starting again.
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Indeed so; I decided against telling the whole story of the photo, to strains of ‘Che gelida manina’, tempted though I was.
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