My Grandfather’s Unspoken Dead
Inside an Osaka temple, ten thousand flames burn for the dead. It took me fifty years to understand which ones my grandfather was carrying
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Inside an Osaka temple, ten thousand flames burn for the dead. It took me fifty years to understand which ones my grandfather was carrying
On putting what’s out of place back where it belongs — including the parts of yourself you would rather not keep
A growing stone and the meaning behind a line in Japan’s national anthem
On Obon, I walked through real gates all day in Kyoto — the one in my head, after decades of Zen, I still can’t say I’ve crossed
I sat with Lao Tzu’s hardest idea for years. It reached me over a broom
A diversion only clears your head when you forget it was supposed to.
A simple 1,200-year-old dish that Japanese have come to love
I have prayed at shrines all my life and believe almost none of it
Tenjin Matsuri and the god who began as a curse