One of the immediately impressive aspects of rail travel in Japan is the cleanliness the cars. Accustomed to my local SkyTrain system (in which the floors are often grubby after spills and people thoughtlessly litter) I appreciate the startling difference. Continue reading
After returning to Nagoya I head over to the Takashimaya food floor and stroll through it twice. The restaurant which calls to me is very high end with traditional wood and shoji styling and a gorgeous mini garden outside the door. I look over the menu and can’t say why I hesitate. My intuition in these matters is seldom wrong; nevertheless, I decide to look for something not quite as steep. Mistake. Continue reading
The first Monday of May a small group of farmers, the planting crew, interns, volunteers and media witnessed the planting of Masa Shiroki’s fourth crop of sake-grade rice on his Abbotsford field off Sumas Highway. His is the most northerly commercial rice production in the world. Continue reading
Read part one: On our Way to Tanigumi Kegonji
Read part two: Along the Avenue to Tanigumi Kegonji
Read part three: The Ascent Toward Tanigumi Kegonji
Read part four: Into the Underworld of Tanigumi Kegonji
The Tanigumi Kegonji experience is over, but has not ended. Afterwards I feel strangely expanded as if somehow—but quite irrationally—I contain all that is. Continue reading
Read part one: On our Way to Tanigumi Kegonji
Read part two: Along the Avenue to Tanigumi Kegonji
Read part three: The Ascent Toward Tanigumi Kegonji
With monks chanting above, I descend into the depths of Tanigumi Kegonji. Continue reading
Read part one: On our Way to Tanigumi Kegonji
Read part two: Along the Avenue to Tanigumi Kegonji
Our lunch and shopping done, we continue the ascent of the broad avenue toward Tanigumi Kegonji temple. Continue reading
Read Part One: On our Way to Tanigumi Kegonji
After hours of driving and having found the Tanigumi Kegonji temple parking lot, we tumble out of the car. We’re glad to ease our legs which are cramped from sitting so long. Continue reading
Today fog clings to the earth. Tile roofs, spent vegetables and recently-cut stocks of rice dotting the fields, even the hills and the sky lose their edges in smudges of pewter, dun, and dirty wool. Bone-coloured smoke from fires at the edges of the rice fields rises like incense and weds the mist. Silken heads of susuki grass nod in polite greeting as we pass. Continue reading
According to ancient tradition, Ise Jingu in Ise city located in Mie prefecture is the seat of Amaterasu-omikami (goddess of the sun and the universe). Along with other relics, her sacred mirror is enshrined here.
Tori Gate at Ise Jingu
We cry out for what we have lost, and we remember you again.
~ Leonard Cohen ~
