Did you watch 2016 Ryder Cup?
Ryder Cup – 1927 to present
The Ryder Cup has become one of the world’s greatest sporting events. Every two years, 24 of the best golfers from Europe and the United States go head-to-head in match play competition. Drama, tension, incredible golf, camaraderie and sportsmanship are served in equal measure, captivating an audience of millions around the world. It’s an event that transcends sport, yet remains true to the spirit of its founder, Samuel Ryder.
U.S. team had lost 3 games consecutively (2010, 2012 and 2014). We, U.S. team and their fans, desperately wanted to win this one. And we did! With a fantastic score 17 to 11, that was.
I don’t remember when I was this happy before. For two weeks, I had “We won! We won!” singing in my head; I couldn’t stop grinning.
To my surprise, some weeks later (3 weeks?), the joy, and the excitement suddenly disappeared. I didn’t even understand why I had made such a big deal out of this. For what, really?
In my Buddhist class, once I was told that our happy feeling, in many cases, could be deceptive. It’s not real (I may use the wrong word here); it won’t last. Could this experience be an example of that?
I don’t know. All I know is that two years later, again, I will be rooting for our team like a teenager.
Made in U.S.A.
Every time I travel, I would bring enough clothes to cover the entire trip. Last year on my Taiwan trip, I brought ½ of clothes I needed; I planned to wash my clothes in the middle of the trip. My friend said of course I could use her washer.
Seven days after I arrived, I walked into my friend’s laundry room with a bag of dirty clothes. A sticker on the top of the washer caught my eyes. It said “Made in U.S.A.”
What happened in the next second was unexpected. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with a warm and joyful feeling. I placed my hand on top of those words; for a while, I just stood there.
When I finally came out of that dream-like state, I was, somewhat, embarrassed. I quickly looked around making sure no one had witnessed what had happened even though I knew no one was in the apartment but me.
Why had I had that home sick feeling while visiting “home”?
This incident puzzled me for weeks. One day, I casually mentioned it to my husband. He was quiet for a while. Then he said, “Do you know we have lived here twice longer than where we grew up?”
That was when I realized that although Taiwan will always have a special spot in my heart, here is my home.
You probably have heard that there are people worship the moon.
Every year at autumn festival (August 15 in Lunar calendar), my mom placed a table in our yard; it had fresh fruits, moon-cakes, cooked taros and burning incense on the top of the table. Late in the night, we would take turns bow to the moon. As a young kid, I, usually, couldn’t wait for the whole worship part to be over so we could start eating the food.
After my mom passed away, I often stared at the moon wanting to know where my mom was. The moon didn’t answer. Not even the super moon.
Oh well, at least I had fun creating some pictures.
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