Today, I am sending love and daimoku to Japan. Nine years ago, it was where I went to existentially and spiritually sort out how I felt about the world after 9/11. I was there when my grandfather died. I stood on top of Mt Fuji and looked out at the world. I had some of the best times of my life there. I miss it-- I miss Shinanomachi and my family there. I miss rooftop gardens and yuki ichigo musume. I miss speaking the language everyday. Japan is a truly special place and I hope they can heal from this soon.
Beautiful place culture and people.I pray for them
ReplyDeletein there darkest time.