My year of dirt and water : journal of a Zen monk's wife in japan
- Tracy Franz.
- Berkeley, Calif. : Stone Bridge Press, 
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In February 2004, when her American husband, a recently ordained Zen monk, leaves home to train for a year at a centuries-old Buddhist monastery, Tracy Franz embarks on her own year of Zen. An Alaskan alone--and lonely--in Japan, she begins to pay attention.
My Year of Dirt and Water is a record of that journey. Allowed only occasional and formal visits to see her cloistered husband, Tracy teaches English, studies Japanese, and devotes herself to making pottery. Her teacher instructs her to turn cup after cup--creating one failure after another. Past and present, East and West intertwine as Tracy is twice compelled to return home to Alaska to confront her mother's newly diagnosed cancer and the ghosts of a devastating childhood.
Revolving through the days, My Year of Dirt and Water circles hard questions: What is love? What is art? What is practice? What do we do with the burden of suffering? The answers are formed and then unformed--a ceramic bowl born on the wheel and then returned again and again to dirt and water.
- Sunday, February 29, 2004 p. 11
- March: Beginnings p. 14
- April: Unsui (Clouds and Water) p. 39
- May: Authentic Experience p. 63
- June: Being Here p. 88
- July: Homecoming p. 114
- August: Legacies p. 138
- September: Returning p. 178
- October: Monastics p. 202
- November: Practice p. 229
- December: Impermanence p. 248
- January: Ikasu p. 269
- February: Beginnings p. 289
- Epilogue p. 301
- Note to the Reader p. 305
- Acknowledgments p. 307
Prologue: Sunday, February 29, 2004 Today marks a leap year--a day that does and does not exist. And so I am and am not driving the toll roads through night to the outskirts of Kumamoto City, Japan, from the Oita Ferry Terminal, my mind returning to one image superimposed on the rush of blacktop: my husband--a tall, shorn-headed American with his hand in the air, black monk's robes jerking in the wind around his body. The sun swiftly sliding into the Inland Sea. The ship receding to a single dot of light and then, finally extinguished. Excerpted from My Year of Dirt and Water: Journal of a Zen Monk's Wife in Japan by Tracy Franz All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.