Visit to the Fox

Clouds hanging low and heavy. A woman reading from prayer book at top shrine. Distant smell of smoke. Fog rising up to richly lit skies. Orange violet cinnamon.

Now to every single passerby, numbers dwindling toward the top, thousands of steps in tow. Bowing to the moment bowing to the leaves bowing to my self 

Palm reader with a space heater at the base.





Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Sept. 6-9, 2007

Image
I awoke at 5:54 in the morning at Koyasan to attend the morning service. It consisted of a monk chanting along with a woman (surprising!) in a beautifully adorned room full of golden lotuses and what I believe were urns of previous Shojoshin-in monks. It was refreshing and nice, as was the light breakfast that followed. With rain drizzling, we decided just to head to Osaka, the last stop on my journey. We rode the bus, then the steep cable car, and finally a long train to Osaka. After getting utterly lost and confused in the underground mazes of shopping malls that surround the Osaka station (and most others in Japan), we finally found our hotel, which was actually very close! Before checking in, though, we simply dropped off our bags and then headed up to Kyoto, where I had been storing two more big bags! It is simply ridiculous how much stuff we have amassed. I feel so sorry for the hotel clerks, often tiny young women, who check your bags in. One insisted on taking even the h...
Want more?

Down South...

Image
I write now from Hiroshima, a city infamous for its WWII history as the first city to ever be hit with a nuclear weapon. After a short flight and a long bus ride (with no leg room - I am too tall for Japan!!) we arrived in Hiroshima. The plane ride was quite nice, with a view of the coastline and the Japanese alps on my right and Fuji-san looming to my left. The air hangs heavy here down south with humidity and also the memories of lives lost and needless destruction wrought on a peaceful community. I am still fanning myself at 10:48 pm in an air conditioned room while the cicadas (Jpn. semi) take their rest so they can be loud as hell in the morning, escorting my every move near any sort of tree. Our hotel faces the Memorial Peace Park, with my window allowing for a spectacular view of the river and also the A-bomb dome. I cannot yet express my feelings about this place; I can only reel at the extraordinary sadness that is hidden by this bustling, modern city. We spent all day today s...
Want more?

Akita

August 3-5 2007 I am now in northern Japan, in Akita prefecture. It is very different from Tokyo, and a welcomed change. Everything up here is lush and green as well. The hillsides are dotted with rice fields, and fog covered mountains loom around every turn. This is what they call “inaka” in Japanese, meaning “countryside.” Most of the Japanese delegates had not even been up here, so it has been a new experience for us all! I just arrived back at Akita International University (which is brand new I might add. The dorms we are staying in were finished literally days ago and they are eco-friendly and beautiful!) from 2 nights of homestays with local families. I stayed with the Nakajima’s, who live in Happo-cho (Happo town), a quaint seaside village surrounded by the Shirakami mountains (World Heritage site). Until yesterday I could barely see the scenery, except for an angry and mean looking coastline. This, of course, was due to the typhoon that followed us up north! I was a littl...
Want more?