I reached into the hidden pocket of my robe sleeve and pulls out a couple of tangerines -- from the grove we’d seen a few minutes ago, actually -- peeling part of the skin of one of them with my fingernail so it’ll be easier for Minho, with his bitten-down nails, to peel, and handing it to him.
“So after Confucianism and Buddhism and all that came around, lots of people kept leaving gifts for the spirits. After all,” I peeled a long strip of orange skin. “We wouldn’t want them to be angry with us and tell Yeongdeung to send stronger winds.” The wind whipped at our faces as soon as I finished talking.
“So you’re telling me this is the wind … when the spirits aren’t angry?”
“Exactly,” I replied. “A gentle breeze.”
“Who is Yeongdeung?”
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wind goddess of Jeju-do. We have a festival, in February, when she’s here on the island. That’s when the winds are the strongest, so we have a ritual, in order to protect the fishermen and divers from her and the Dragon King,” I explained, popping a slice of tangerine into my mouth and savoring the sweetness. “That’s how we protect the health of the ocean and the people who fish in it.” For a few minutes we hiked in silence, until the wind blew hard enough that the tree branches rub together, creating rustling sound that encompassed us. “That’s the sound,” I raised my voice above the commotion, “that scares all the kids.” I take off my hood, revealing sweaty hair that is plastered to my face. The wind is still blowing harshly, and I’ve fallen into the limbo, the strange place, between hot and cold, where my ears and nose feel like they’ll fall off at any time because it’s so cold, and my chest is on fire from the hiking. I get the feeling that there’s a great view just past the shrine, so I trudge on. The trail gets smaller as the slope begins to dip downward again, an easy decline. The trees thin as the ground beneath my feet gradually turns to grass. There is a modicum of chamomile blossoms, and I crouch down to catch a couple with slightly spread fingers. Beautiful—just how I remember it. Up ahead I spot the halmang-dang, a thick tree growing out from a massive slab of rock. The tree, embellished in hanging strings filled with faded strips of colored cloth, is more twisted than I remember, the straggle of branches stretching out with no direction. I was so young when I first came to this shrine with my small hand enveloped in my grandmother’s callused and wrinkly one. Back then the rock altar only rose to my waist, and when I bowed to the goddess, I naively wished for impossible things such as an invisibility cloak or a billion dollars to buy my favorite candies, instead of the small things that I was supposed to wish for. I get on my knees, raise both my hands and place them, palms facing the tree, on my forehead, and bow deeply to the stone altar. “This is a shrine dedicated to Jeolbyeok-ri’s local goddess.” “How many gods are there?” Minho asked. “Yeongdeung, the Dragon King…” “The Dragon King himself protects the fishermen and everyone else who makes their living from the water.
The Dragon King’s wife is the warrior goddess who protects the people of Jeju from enemies. If you ever go on the Coastal Road you’ll see Yeongduam, the Dragon Head Rock. This rock is what remains of Yimugi, the Dragon King’s serpent messenger. He was sent on a dangerous mission to get a jewel from Mount Halla, but as soon as he flew out of the Dragon King’s territory to retrieve the jewel, he was shot straight through the heart by the god protecting Mount Halla. He fell back into the ocean, and only his head and a few other parts of his body remained above water, turning into the same hard rock as Mount Halla.,” I explained. The colorful ribbons of fabric float in the wind and the branches of the goddess tree growing out of the rock whistle like the divers coming up for …show more content…
air. Minho crouched to investigate the stone altar in front of the tree.
Three eggs were laid on the base of the altar. Someone had left them there, recently, and it was thanks to the bone-chilling winter air that they haven’t gone bad yet. Another egg was on the ground, broken, its whites spilling out and chilled to a thick gel.
“You’re supposed to come and say your prayers before the sun rises. After that, she isn’t here. She’s going to be around the village looking over things, but it can be dangerous to climb these hills in the dark unless you’ve memorized every detail of the trail.”
“I suppose we’re late for leaving prayers.”
The wind rustled the pieces of cloth in the trees and branches again, red, pink, and blue. “Don’t worry, we still can,” I said, taking out two pieces of paper I’d tucked into my robes earlier, scribbling my name and Minho’s on them with a piece of charcoal, and handing a piece to Minho. “You just have to leave it there for her, so she can read it
later.”
“For a long time, I wanted to give you this necklace. See, I wore this on my skin, so when you put it on your skin, then you know my meaning. This is your life’s importance.” (pg. 208)
Yu, Han. “Memorial on Buddhism”. Making of the Modern World 12: Classical & Medieval Tradition. Trans. Richard F. Burton. Ed. Janet Smarr. La Jolla: University Readers, 2012. 111-112. Print.
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