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The visit with Master Hsu Chao Chung

admin — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 17:58:56 +0000

Patrick sent me a link on the master porcelain Hasu Chao Chung. http://www.boonbot.com/blogs/sander/2010/03/18/Yingge-Pottery-Class.aspx Our visit also looked nearly so. We waited not only the master but also his heart open to work with you to the freshly fired oven! We were surprised and impressed by pressing the moment when a Treasury revealed before us.
Actually we wanted to stay with him only 30 minutes, but it was almost two hours.
For each participant, he has given a Ry-shell wrapped in a beautiful fabric bags – I just did not get it – but I was so outrageous, its “almost-perfect “thin-skinned to get hold of white shell.

Then we went to his shop in Yingge and überfiellen the seller.

I should go.

admin — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 14:49:28 +0000

频相顾余欢未尽欲去且留连秦观 I should go, but look back. The joy would be gone long ago, but remains behind. I should go. My steps not fall. Qin Guan, Song dynasty China Actually, my essence, Yijing, a customer-Gua. The hexagrams symbolize something like Mother Earth and is the Sanfe and supple.But I live like fire, damaging and burning like the sun in summer. Who am I?
Due to the visit by the Office of Long Nose Atong has been cleaned up properly. A place was spared – that is his desk. I offered to clean up this table. He smiled to promise without a word.
You clean up some forgotten bags were recovered.
This newfound bags looked me over and over again.
Before I finally leave, I went around the office several times. I should go, but my steps are left behind.
As I sat on the last day Uncle Chung came at tea. It was a rare thing. Prior to this person I was always a big respect. I respect people who do a good job in the background and leave the stage, other people. There must be a size that allows it.
Uncle Chung was preparing a cup of tea in his sleep. A cup of Sanfheit and beauty. As beautiful as a graceful woman who smiles at you in the garden next to the rose bushes. “I know him?” I asked. Atong said he had shown me ready a few days ago. “But it is different today.” I insisted. “Today, it is somebody else.” he replied. The tea is different today, so different as Uncle Chung.
It should be a Wulong – a Qingxin Wulong. Not far from Mingjian, his bud was infected in the spring of cicadas. What did you think the cicadas that? The garden was overgrown and almost gave the young leaves the cicadas a clandestine atmosphere
Once again I enjoyed the beautiful Qingxin gentle beauty. As fruity as lychee, as sweet as nectar. The infusion flattered my throat, gently and lovingly. What kind of tea, what kind of person.
Is the tea as a mirror of the person who prepares it? Then I want to prepare this tea tomorrow. That's what I want to remember my destiny predetermined by nature -. A being of mother-earth, gentle, receptive and gracious
I should go.
Now I'm really gone.
My view remains, however..

My last trip because of tea

admin — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 21:59:49 +0000

I'm writing here is very aware of my trip instead of our journey. Although I traveled with 24 others traveling together, but the real journey I travel alone with myself. Before leaving Alex said to me when he learned of the number of 24 participants: “That's what 24 people Tui Nievau!” How come together at all 24 people? There is still a mystery to me! I told the little Shui Tang There were no flyers, no ads and no posting on the Internet.But apparently it is very urgent in Europe to participate in such an event. I was so surprised by the Ressonanz. After the completion of applications were still many questions. How many group travel because I would take to do?
I thought it was quite easy. But my body reflected my subconscious nervousness. I could not recover and did not sleep some days. My heart was so weak that I was afraid that I will not survive this trip. “Mama, I'm not over it.” Weeping I said to my mother. My mother stroked my face and tried to calm myself down, “Go sit zazen.” I could not practice zazen, but with my subconscious was trying to make contact. I saw that I was suddenly in a dark room. Oh, it is the intermediate place, if you die? I'm already dead? I am afraid of death and what I do now? I go further, or will I be picked up? I looked around at me full of doubt. Suddenly a voice came to me: “Hey, what are you doing here!” “I'm dead” “No, you're gone in the wrong place. Jump! Your time has not come yet!” “But I'm dead” “Go away! You have to do many things. You can not be dead! Go away!” Achso! I still can not even die! I still have so many before me … Then I returned. This gave me a sudden return of so much force that it made me realize – alls what has happened, what should happen. And it's good.
In this realization, I went on the trip.
The group was fun and exhilarating. The only problem for me was the right way of dealing with the Vegetariar. For me, meat eaters and plant food are the same. But for many, unfortunately not. Some feel better than the others and insist on a conception of purity, which is sometimes expressed very militant. After few days of effort Atong said to me: “You must agree clear next time it is a journey of tea and good food for the militant Vegetariar The tour is not suitable…” This clarity was too bitter experience.
These things cost me quite a lot of energy. Some participants were very close to me, but they had culture shock – even if they do not admit it. They exercised rights and had misunderstanding. I've often wondered, for what we go to Taiwan? For tea or for a comfortable entertaining journey? Yes, they are supposed to go to Tui.
Our German athletes have earned much sympathy. Atong Akuan and wondered why the Swiss are so quiet. We always heard that about Germans laugh and talk. I was very happy to drink with the “German” beer. That cheered me on incredibly. The beer an hour I would never forget! Werner has reinforced my back forever. I thank him for his moral support!
Actually, it's not that Swiss are less funny. They simply need more time. This direct way of Germans can sometimes arrive unpleasant – it is always depending on how and when
.The German group at the end gave me a box of Taiwanese delicacies. It was a great comfort to me.
We have learned so much, but also laughed a lot. An unforgettable trip.
Our German group suggested that if I again so would like to organize a trip, it should necessarily be a pre-test. What should be tested here? Eat – you should be in the camp, to eat things without asking. Atongs test joke – his jokes might offend a eurocentric. Sleep deprivation test -. To be able to sleep anywhere, or do not have to sleep
If I ever do such a trip, then I say from the beginning: accompany a very uncomfortable and tiring journey from temperatmentvollen tour guide plus a teacher of the European approach is upsetting. Whether someone will come along?.

Shenxian Cha – a divine tea

admin — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 14:37:24 +0000

Zhou Yu was very happy. This exchange between him and our group has seen him berüht. He asked me to come again – alone. He wanted to talk to me. I always told Atong of the things I'm doing. Then I told him again what I experience – whether he likes it or not .It was not yet three. My health was not in good condition.My heart was just 60 times per minute. I came quite early. The ladies knew of my visit. Very soon came a cup of Wulong – frankly, I can not really drink any more served Wulong. I waited, like, without any goal.
He handed me a can of tea, a tea made from the unsaleable 50s. “For you. You are a Teeliebhaberin.” I wanted to say something as humble. He stopped me with his hand. “Let yourself be surprised.” Yes, I'll always surprise you.
“I want to drink some tea with you and you tell me what you feel.” He brought out the beautiful silver dishes, and prepared us an excellent Qizi-Bing from the 70s: Xiao-huang Yin. What could I say? Speechless, we shared a cup after another. The shiny dark infusion revealed to us a history of this tea. Flawless stored, produced one of the old tree cakes. I nod and a word it would have been superfluous. The tea was communicating with people. We have merged, its history and temperament were familiar. Strong, direct and quick-witted. The mature transformed him from savagery to sincere presence. Will I ever see him again? I saved it with its smells, its sounds and its color. I'll see you ever again!
Then he got a new tea. He did not say much about just that this one Dancong tea – a game from a single tree, and comes from Yiwu. He gave me the cup. I smelled and drank. Oh! how should I tell?
“It's as if I am located between clouds and fog. As if I would spring. I feel a lightness and spring. So light, as if I'm a god …” I could not do anything different than my express uncertainty rather than denying it. What I had before so shall hide a personality?
He looked at me not. He looked somewhere else – very wide and very fokuslos. “Yes, you know, this tree has been inhaled 1200 years!”
The infusion was as soft as silk. He was as light as feather. His scent was so delicate as the flower of one orchid. He was apparently mild, has a special touch. He was kind of strong, yet so supple as water
A divine tea we called him.
He told me more of this man who walks like a madman to Yunnan and those looking for tea and makes. Was he a tea lover? Zhou Yu laughed. This man was a coffee lover like me! But also as a coffee-lovers can not resist Pu-Er noise too!.

My teacher

admin — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 19:36:02 +0000

Yes, I'm back. In an autumnal mood I arrived. The shining sun announces a good sign. Before me lies a mountain of work again – I say, no, I did not fall back into my old pattern. I have time. We were not only very instructive Atong nice days with my teacher, but also a wonderful morning with Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu gave us a perfect presentation, which we illustrate a continuous background of Chinese philosophy and tea. Our people were not only deeply touched by his attitude as a Chinese intellectuals, but also by a simple Teemensch.
Atong and Zhou Yu seem to be very different. One is a real Teemensch who lives by hand and feet for tea, the other, a sentimental thinkers, the inevitable always carries his criticism, if it is the responsibility of a Chinese intellectuals . I have both elements in me. It just is. But my Leher is Atong. Zhou Yu to call me very politely, “Zhou Laoshi.” He is a true champion.
What they have in common then?
They live their own lives. They rarely care about the idea and the other categories. Zhou Yu was very good chocolate. As he eats it very much, he immediately grabbed the box and shoved a piece into his mouth like, “Fine …” he said. Without batting an eyelash he ate more.
To our group, I said that the socks for the tatami room is mandatory. I wanted to make sure our people have come up with a respect and humility. This humility was very well received. We were very quiet and with ourselves this atmosphere felt Zhou Yu and praised the good level of us. Stefanie said to him that she was wearing her Sunday extra socks. He laughed and wanted to look at the beautiful socks. This spontaneous question brought us all laugh. Yes, that makes a curious child Teemenschen from it, how and whether we can continue to evolve!
Finally, he gave each of us his own calligraphy. Each dufte go to him and to wish you a related to calligraphy. The group was so happy, the mood was incredibly high. We strolled through the park, Da-An Gong Yuan. Glorious autumn accompanied us on the way.
A contribution from Werner's visit to Zhou Yu could be under
http://www.teahouse.de/tee-blog
read – to learn another aspect of the event..

Rainbow

admin — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 18:50:06 +0000

It was always ambivalent, go to step home. Home to my parents. Ambivalent, because the security and desire to be separated at this location rarely apart. I have a father can show his love and power. I have a mother who confused her with love withdrawal of love sometimes. About the love I did not know too much and had hardly a good role model.Painfully, I learn in my life several lessons.
My love of tea is not a hobby or a so-called passion. My love of tea may be an experience of space. Tea offers me a room. It is a place where I return to again and again to check out where I stand. A place that helps me to situate myself before I walk on.
Daniel came barley after a long time to visit again. His daughter Natasha is the youngest of Shui Tang tea and learn here. On those I have many old tea-lovers round with him and without thinking, I started with Buddha's hand. Dany said that the Buddha in his hand is never as good as me. I laughed, “You mean, you need my hand?” Or is it because of water?
Or is it really because of me?
I can not promise anything when I pouring the tea. How is it this time? I remember that moment like this tea induced me to abandon the university. Golden color and bitter response from the finish. Intense and full of character. The scent is warm to the Gaiwandeckel and sweet, like caramel Zuckerroh from southern Taiwan. Or is marzipan from the south of Europe? The scent transforms, is transformed into a rainbow, he remains elusive. Exactly this is incomprehensible to intellectuals, I brought out the concept. It was the zero-point for me to learn, to practice humility.
How often do I do this Buddha's Hand? How often I wonder where I stand right now?
Right now I'm back home. My mother is currently in Nepal. My father wrote me three emails per day, because he's worried, because I only spend a day in Bangkok, because he must wait a day longer.
Buddha's hand was cold. The rainbow is in a cup, and will in me to a room. I'm at home there.
I would like to bring my father a rainbow..

Tea and yodelling

admin — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 21:13:16 +0000

My dear neighbor Toni describes herself as always Teebaby of Shui Tang Since he knows me, it feeds in to tea. He openly admits to his ignorance and for Teewissen he not interested really. He is interested above all for the people he meets in Shui Tang at the round table and the conversation inpirierende.A Teebaby does not need the knowledge to accumulate. The baby was only a taste of tea and enjoy.
He often spent another Teebaby. This time, his friend Reto, a sculptor and amateur singers. He sings like the primeval Swiss music from the deep valleys between mountains.
On this round tea table, whether it is full square, we sat and drank tea. I prepared for the Teebabys light fare – Venzher Baozhong. The tea swung between us as beautiful, carefree and integrating.
We talked about the brave Swiss and displeased, the SVP and mass immigration, and globalization and conservatism. Suddenly, we ended up with music.
Reto said that conservatism is not really bad, because this helps keeping the pristine Swiss singing to survive. “We Swiss have such beautiful music and songs. But they will forget! They are often cultivated in the places where globalization does not reach so far and where conservatism is still alive.” Conservatism is the savior of the “traditional Swiss”
I hesitated.
I turned to the shelves of the many many caddies.
“It's funny, is not it? Ironically, in a strange place I try the more traditional teas from Taiwan to revive deep.” Many of these caddies keep a variety of teas that were produced according to traditional understanding of teas, many of these caddies keep an old tradition, which took place in their country of origin almost no space.
Is it a coincidence that these attempts Teetradition middle of Zurich, to find a new life?
“What the musician Bach has in common with the ancient Chinese poet Li Bo in the 8th century?” I asked the Teebabys and me. “I think because we are human, we are always confronted with the same theme: no matter where you come from, we just want to love and understand to be loved, and understood”
Because tea is not a concept and requires no knowledge, tea can and will listened, understood and loved. Because it is so easy to learn an unknown Swiss like a baby here at tea tea taste, enjoy and understand. This is something human and cross-border
You too can learn just love to drink tea and when you want it.
And the sounds from the deep valleys between the seven mountains represent for me something protohuman it considered as being the screams from the deep heart of man, the direct expression of the heart! Why should we preserve it in the valleys with conservatism? I said Reto, even I, as a simple Taiwanese would be berüht – in these notes because I myself meet
The singing is the natural and direct expression of a human. He berüht people that can touch each other. He is not only in the valleys and the Swiss. He belongs to all of us and delights us with his BE.
I look at the tees, which are preserved in the Shui Tang tea caddies. These teas are not only the people in the Far East, but all that can touch it!
I asked myself time Reto nights to take such a concert..

One way of tea

admin — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 15:56:02 +0000

I had two sleepless nights. Through the past events I've learned a bit more closely. It was not so aware of itself, that the deprivation of others about my work by my nationality so strongly affects me. And my origin that means a lot to me, as I have assumed until now. I never thought that I was due to my origin accepts or rejects And if my home is the only criteria, how they treat me, then I am afraid for my life in a strange place.
Taken in fact dealing with different interests. For a page is about 'Nice-mess-with-being “, for it is to be” seamless cooperation “, for a tea stands in the foreground. Each actor pursues his interest in acting. This interest and the way you pursued this interest, decide how things get lost.
Added honestly, I was initially quite cowardly. I wanted to push this story purely in me. “Why not swim it?” I said to myself. I wanted to swallow and I wanted to be illusory about it.
It took great courage to stand by my feeling and pleasant things to talk publicly.
I'm afraid.
However, it was clear that I would spend even more power, the suppressed pain and incomprehension from my body and my heart to heal and liberate.
I thank many people who came to me, called me and wrote me. I thank you much advice and encouragement to stand up for myself.
Here I have the opportunity to learn to stand up for me to address it and then find a point to let go.
Wang Xizhi 王羲之 initiated in the year 353 on a spring day a party at a small brook. Participants at the two friends sat side of the river. She let freshly heated swimming sack and freshly infused tea cup in the water. If a cup was faced with a sponge and there, that person should sing a poem. After such a day of fun and created a collection of poems. He was asked in the noise of sakes to write a foreword. In a frenzy he kalligrahpierte immortalized text Xue Lan Ting 兰亭序 I had to learn as a student for the exam. Wang Xizhi drank a lot, but his mind was crystal clear. He wrote that the worm is a small man compared to size of the cosmos. Life is short and can be negligible. Although people are different, even though time and space separate us. But we are faced with the same themes of life and death. We can not help but ask the same question as how we deal with ourselves.
This question becomes especially urgent when the way of tea is the way for one..

The death of the tea master

admin — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 19:53:08 +0000

Roger said to me Also one week, “Somehow tea but rather to do much with politics, true nciht? Rykyu is also killed because of politics of Hideyoshi.” What tea has to do with politics? Nothing at all. What has tea with politics together? The power. It is the power. The power to talk about tea, to assess the power over the people and the power to manipulate people.
That is why there are so many authors of books – I'm one of them, why are there so many bloggers – I'm one of many: therefore there is such an idea who's the best tea master? Or who is a tea master?
Rykyu has the knowledge of tea, so he has the power. He was in the eye of Shonggun so powerful that he had to die.
Rykyu has been afraid to die? Probably so. But he has the courage to deal with death commanded. That is why we revere him. That is why he is the tea-masters. So, tea master has nothing to do with linking, exchange business cards or voting in the network. A tea master HAS courage. To have courage to stand up for themselves.

I get many request for link exchange or link exchange for money. In order better to place the Google link is of great importance. Is it important to be placed in the top Google
I told Roger, “You know, I was not aware that I should be at the top, I wanted to do only the things that I enjoy and what is true for me!” I had to write and enjoy doing it.
At the top of Google to be does not mean that one understands a lot about tea. That one writes a lot about tea, is a different thing than to have the knowledge. This apparent power is not talking about tea-time on permanently! This apparent position has no substance.
These days many thought to happen in my heart. I feel like I'm betraying a fremeden place where I may not be. If it really goes so far that Zurich did not want to have as Taiwanese, because the Chinese could possibly be offended. Then I go home. I will leave the Swiss alone here with the Swiss. They will celebrate their Teaparty in their political neutrality and accuracy even
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The ugly tea

admin — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 14:31:40 +0000

Who wants to be ugly? And what does the ugliness at all? The examples of Chinese calligraphy, I once mentioned that they really are not perfect copies, but notes. Notes, written in the Rush of sake or the highest emotion, are filled with ink corrected sentences and asymmetrical lines. How can you worship such a thing? They are – with perfect eyes – really ugly !Before few years, it's not so long ago.It was 2005, showed a Atong, my Teelehrer with his Shuixian Dancong from your own garden with pride. I, as a student, did not want to disappoint him, it saved my comments and bought this tea. Jürg me as very honest about this tea then commented: “what kind of tea with elephant ears!” I was not surprised. Yes, he is already ugly, is not it?

How can you take notes as an example? We want to do all the best! We want to be perfect -. Above all in the presence of others
Su Dongpo, 苏东坡, an outstanding personality with artistic skills, left us not only a model of Kalligrahpie and numerous poems. He also gives us a standard of living. He worshiped ugly stones. He collected stones like ugly, because they have something special. For him, this feature is an ugly stone to his revelation – the truth of life and the reality of existence – random, and the transformation of simple existence. While all the desire for beauty, is the care of the ugly things ungewöhnte a living.
We worship notes, because you can see in a note a natural human
Then it is to wonder why we bother to reveal the imperfect side of us? Why did we bother with the pain and ugliness as pressure from the outside?
Ugliness is sometimes the possibility of a simple existence. But who will only ever-JUST BE
The elephant-ear-Shuixian transformed into an incredible beauty. After few years, according to the maturation of tea from me, this tea is not just ugly, but also truly unique: ripe fruit and caramelized sweetness to put myself in an unknown landscape. My body is no longer limited by the space, but he is inspired in the night.
Suddenly I realized that the perfect being has nothing in common with the perfect action. My life since my birth is both simple and perfect..