Seen today – at Oak and 7th Streets in Oakland – services at The Light of Buddha. The photographs aren’t too good. I was going for the first time to visit the Oakland Museum and saw services taking place at The Light of Buddha Temple. The room inside was the size of a small living room, quite cozy, and filled with people moving in and out. I don’t know what the offerings and incense outside meant but it was pretty and drew me in.
Plugging in the address into my GPS, I couldn’t help but wonder, “Oak Street,” and “Oakland” — were these references to an area that was once covered in oak trees? If yes, how sad that most of the woodlands are gone. It’s almost as sad as learning that my old home in Mona, Jamaica, was once covered with groves of mangoes.