Beyond recorded memory Itsukushima (or Miyajima meaning Shrine Island as it’s more commonly called) was believed to be not only the residence but also the body of God.
If being alive on this earth doesn’t count as the same thing, I don’t get this close to God that often. Continue reading
Small, red-brown deer which appear tame and approachable freely roam Itsukushima (which everyone refers to as Miyajima meaning Shrine Island). However, signs warn visitors that they are not pets but wild animals. Continue reading
My energy renewed by the sea air and sunshine during the crossing to Itsukushima (or Miyajima meaning Shrine Island as it’s more commonly called), I make a couple of decisions. I decide to stroll in the direction of the giant torii first. After that, I will simply wander wherever my feet lead without much forethought and be present wherever I am. Continue reading
Miyajima Shrine in Snow by Hasui Kawase. Woodblock print 1935.
More than a decade ago I read the jaded observation that tourist attractions look as they do in books and that a traveller’s true adventures happen randomly elsewhere. As much as that blanket statement can hold some truth, it may also be less than accurate. Continue reading
Though in some circles Christmas has become the holiday that dare not speak its name, I send Christmas greeting from my home where I sit beside the Christmas tree while enjoying the Christmas lights and various Christmas trimmings. No, not winter or seasonal or holiday, but Christmas. Continue reading
Advent Wreath
Today I again light a candle on the Advent wreath, a ritual I have observed since childhood. On each of the four Sundays prior to Christmas Day I pause in darkness to light a flame—one for each Sunday. Continue reading
Line up for an okonomiyaki restaurant. Photo Credit Lami Japan.
After a day at the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park and Museum looking at death and devastation, distress seems to have numbed my appetite. I’m not particularly hungry at day’s end. Perhaps that’s why I pick okonomiyaki for dinner—a dish I’m not all that keen on in the first place.
Earlier, a friend introduced me to the Manju (fried soup) version and ordinarily I wouldn’t eat it twice in as many weeks. Still, I feel I would be remiss if I didn’t try the renowned Hiroshima variation containing noodles while in town. Continue reading
It doesn’t happen often, but today a trio of women my age travelling on the electric street car which runs from Hiroshima Station past Hiroshima Peace Memorial park overcome their shyness and speak to me.
Where am I from? How long have I been in Japan? Am I alone? When I say yes to this question they chorus in collective surprise. Eeeehhhh? Why have I come to Hiroshima? Continue reading
I have long felt the urge to visit this city, the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park and Museum, as well as the A-Bomb Dome which was designated as a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1996. Now that I am here I feel uncomfortable perusing the few pamphlets picked up at the information centre. Continue reading
There is no end to injustice. Though most might be hard pressed to provide their names, throughout Canadian history various champions of rights and freedoms have shifted the trajectory of the status quo. One such figure more likely to be remembered by anyone following Canadian politics from the late seventies into the first decade of the twenty-first century is Svend Robinson. Continue reading