"Writing" has always been my hobby. I am used to writing something with a pen at any time, even when making a phone call. I remember when I was filling out an application form to become a news group member at the Taipei Center, I intended to have filled in the blank for specialty with "writing", but I finally dropped this idea because I thought writing might not be considered a specialty and was not worth mentioning.

A few days later, when I attended a cooking class at the Taipei Center, the sister initiate in charge mentioned that many things could not be done because of a shortage of manpower. Then I volunteered my help.

She assigned me a job the same day. Coincidentally, the job she assigned me to do was to transcribe; that

is, to write down the ways of cooking and related matters taught in every class. I was so happy inside when I undertook this job.

At that moment I suddenly understood that all these things were perfectly arranged by Master so that I might bring into full play my "writing" ability as was my wish, while serving fellow initiates at the same time. By this turn of events Master furthermore reminded me that there is no discriminating about which ability is important and which is not. As long as we are willing to offer our ability, we can make full use of it, even though it might appear trivial and not worth mentioning. The most important thing is to be self-confident, and to develop our abilities by the power derived from practicing spiritually. In this way we can serve and make contributions to people.

On the path of Quan Yin, my inner world traveled through four seasons while four earthly years passed by.

Spring thunder strikes, greenery fills the ashram. The initiates are brimming with enchanting grace, still smiling from dreams of the previous night.

Summer dew sparkles, the stars twinkle in the night sky. Immersed in Mother's ocean of love, the children sail to explore the other shore.

The poetry of autumn flourishes, reeds sway shyly in the breeze. PntrJnced by the Master's creations, the disciples browse the halls of art.

In the never-ending wintry rain, I ask heaven why we come and go! Humanity struggles under God's trials, protecting their faith through Quan Yin practice.

Suddenly I realized, hidden behind each face that came from all over, is a touching story of its own. With unspoken words and inexpressible feelings, together they create earth's beautiful legend of the twenty-first century.

Every Sunday, except on rainy days, I would always go for a walk along the nearby Seine River with my son and dog. Riding his bicycle, my son was very carefree. The dog would wander around sniffing on the ground, as if searching for some clues belonging to its own race. I would just face the river and meditate, seeking peace of mind, so as to dissolve the exhaustion accumulated due to the week's work. Then one day, I incidentally picked up a lost leather glove on the road. It was this glove that added tremendous pleasure to my walk, and awakened in me the realization of the concrete meaning of environmental protection.

First, I would simply pick up an empty plastic bag by the roadside, and then march down the one kilometer long riverbank. There, I would go back along the same route, put on the glove, and start picking up the sundry litter on the road. This included all sorts of candy wrappers, cigarette butts, empty boxes, empty beer cans, old newspapers, and so on; and of course, pet excreta. It was really a great variety.

Usually, before the trip was finished, the bag was already completely filled. In this way, my dual intent of taking a walk and protecting the environment was accomplished.

Returning from each stroll, I always felt comforted for being able to contribute to environmental protection personally with some small but concrete action. Besides cleaning the environment, my heart is also purified. Everyone has the obligation to save the earth. I wish that the new era of Green Envirorunental Protection will come soon.