Tuesday, January 24, 2012

The Year Of The Dragon


A student, probably one of the Chinese students from the Baruch Houses on the other side of the bridge, gave this dragon to Florence one year.

Word had gotten around in that immigrant enclave in the projects that an elderly teacher in Amalgamated on Broome Street gave $5 piano lessons to children and adults. By the end of her life, the majority of her student were Chinese-born or their children who were Chinese-American.

She offered the dragon to me at some point in the decline of her teaching. The ability to remember what each and every student was working on that week without reviewing her notes was no longer reliable and her knowledge of each family member and sibling terrifyingly erratic. It was OK to call me 'Louise' or 'Seymour' or 'YOU!' but to not remember a student's name was unacceptable.

There is a favorite Buddhist Gosho that states the call of the Sutra is like the roar of the lion. Therefore, what obstacle can't be overcome? This little dragon, which has resided on my alter since the day she gave it to me, is as close to a lion as I have. It reminds me not just to roar with fearlessness at the many real and imagined obstacles I face, but to roar in honor of Florence.

2 comments:

mybabyjohn/Delores said...

Nonsense...you have TWO lions. Look at Jupiter all ready to defend you to the death against that dragon. Once he's sure it really isn't going to move that is. lol. Perhaps it is best that you channel your "inner lion".

c.o. moed said...

LLOLOL! YOU ARE SO RIGHT!

Thank you so much mybabyjohn and happy year of the Dragon!!