Wandering Lost Around Enoshima

On April 16, 2024April 30, 2024 By tgentryfunkLeave a comment

I took another step and the light rain increased intensity once more. While the stairs felt stable and I had a decent grip on the concrete structure, I felt frustrated and a little lost as the stairs winded around Enoshima Island. I looked out at the marina, the dark clouds hanging over the coastline and wondered if this was the day I get drenched by a soaking rain. One more step up. Two. Three. Wait, am I counting steps now? The breeze blew into my face and rain came at me sideways. I had no idea how close I was to the top of the mountain and the stairs, right now, felt interminable.

Enoshima Island is a place linked to the mainland by a long footbridge. The cliffs of the island rise right out of the sea, and you don’t see any surrounding beaches or flat land around the island. As you walk across the bridge toward this expanse, below are dark, wet sands punctuating the remaining land as you walk across the bay in front of you. Looking back on the town of Enoshima, high-rise hotels beckon guests onto those dark beaches in sunnier, brighter times. On this day, no one is on the beach and the rain falls all around.

About halfway across the bridge, I look out over the water to try to peer through the dense cloud cover at Mt. Fuji. Sadly, the view is hidden from me, and I’m lost in a wet haze that surrounds me and the island. I keep walking in the hopes of finding something interesting and unusual on this day. Will Enoshima bring me some kind of luck?

While I walked across the bridge with a few fellow travelers, once on the island, the crowds were dense in the little street that headed straight into the trees that covered the hillside. I pushed past the tourist shops and small food stands to make my way through the torii gates on onto a flat, level spot where stairs climb to the right and left. The rain is constant now, and my little umbrella forces me to walk more deliberately to keep most of the rain off my body. See, I’m a tall guy, 6’3” on a good day, of a size that creates problems for the tiny umbrella that I hold in my right hand. As I turn to the left and begin walking up the stairs, I already have ten miles on my feet and am now wondering about my choices for this day.

My days in Tokyo have been wonderful in their way and I’ve had to push aside some of my more grandiose plans to do street photography in the city. The rain, wind, and cold have kept me cowering under an umbrella, and trying to capture scenes while avoiding rain has been a chore. Still, I persevered and decided to head to Kamakura and Enoshima as a way of shouting at the sky, “I’m walking through any maelstrom you throw at me!”

So, I take steps up the north side of the island and quickly see that these steep steps will be my companion for a while as I make my way to the top. I pass an escalator (WHAT?!) that propels tourists in three sections of fast-moving stairs. I stop and think about the idea…should I take an easy path? Nah, I say confidently, not realizing my mistake until far too late in the walk/hike/struggle.

As I make my way, a fence on my left has locks hung in places. These kinds of tokens make me wonder at the meaning, thinking back on stories about locks on bridges like in Paris over the Siene. I’ve never been to Paris. Never seen the locks or the bridges. Here, locks are linked to a metal fence overlooking a marina. Right now, however, these views are covered in clouds, and I begrudgingly continue up. The thing is, I live at more than 5,000 feet elevation in the U.S., and walking at sea level has given me a bit more energy as I climb. Still, the stairs are steep in places, and I’m walking through the rain sometimes wondering if I’ll slip and fall. The stairs wind up and up and up. I’m reminded of Fushimi Inari and the walk through the forest up the mountain. This hike, while similar in some ways, is not the same. This climb leads up toward a shrine and caves, and nothing quite as spectacular as the red torii scattered along a hillside. On this path at Enoshima are small souvenir shops, restaurants, and vending machines. If you look carefully, you’ll find abandoned food stalls, motorcycles covered in vines, and the remains of shop signs.

As I walk, my enthusiasm wanes and the rain is a melancholy companion on this journey. I lost track of time and the cloud cover slowly inched closer as I climbed higher. The weight of the clouds or the constancy of the rain finally pushed me to frustration, and I wondered if any of what I was doing at that moment was worth it. As my mileage ticked closer to 12, I entertained turning around and heading back down the mountain. At the time, I THOUGHT that the path would slowly wind its way back to the beginning in a loop and so I kept plodding forward.

On and on I went, stopping occasionally for a brief view or to get another green tea out of the ubiquitous vending machines. As I came to the caves perched near the top of the island, they were closed and so I continued as the stairs finally descended toward the south side of the island. The stairs got steeper and steeper, heading down until I turned a corner, and I met their end in rocks just at the edge of the water. I looked at people taking pictures in the gloom of the day and searched around for a path to the other side of the mountain. It did not exist. I turned around. I looked up at the stairs I had just come down. WTF.

As I glanced around me, I saw five stone markers…a sign placed in front of them told a brief story. One of these stones was inscribed with a haiku by Matsuo Basho who had visited here 500 years before. Wow. Here he was again just like he was at Ueno Park a day before. The carving was obscured by moss and lichen. I stayed for a minute and the rain fell. It was a moment. Wet, and sweaty under my jacket, I stared at the stone, squinting my eyes to try and make out the characters carved into the granite. I couldn’t see a thing. This moment in time, like this day, was obscured, its meaning lost, and the effort expended seemed pointless. All of it felt pointless.

Without a doubt / flowerlike sea spray is / the spring of the bay (Matsuo Basho)

I turned and sighed, slowly forcing my tired legs to climb the stairs again. Up I went. An elderly woman walked past me, smiled, and continued. I pushed my weary body forward and soon caught up and passed her. She smiled again and I made it to the top feeling defeated. I stopped to check out the Enoshima “Candle” a tower on top of the mountain that, in clear weather, would give you quite a view of Mt. Fuji. Not today, of course. I grabbed another green tea, and just wandered around, a bit. I felt lost internally and externally. Where was I going, literally, and where was I going, metaphysically? I concluded: F-ing nowhere.

I tried to make the best of it all and started the long walk back to the bridge. I picked my way downstairs as rain spilled from step to step. I didn’t need to worry. The steps were solid, and the surface had plenty of friction. I returned to the locks on the fence and then to the flat concrete where I started my journey. I walked through the still dense crowds of people and came to notice that I was the only non-Asian person in the mass of folks. I noticed this situation earlier when I was seeing the people on rocks at the edge of the ocean on the north side, and now I was struck by how outlandish I must look. A giant of a human walking through groups of people speaking Korean, Japanese, Vietnamese, Mandarin, and a couple of languages I couldn’t make out. I suddenly felt so alone.

Walking back through Enoshima markets headed to the monorail and, eventually, Asakusa

Here I was in this crush of humanity feeling desperately isolated. I stopped on the way down, interrupting the crowd, and took a few quick photos of the scene. I could tangibly feel the loneliness of being one out of many. It’s a fascinating feeling. I noticed this circumstance back in Asakusa that same day. On the monorail from Enoshima to the main JR train line to Shinagawa, I was the only white person in the car. I noticed the gentle stares. As I made it into the chaos of Shinagawa and all the construction, the white folks I saw there had luggage boarding a train to Narita and to their homes.

On the train to Asakusa on the Ginza line, again I was among Japanese folks coming home from work or elsewhere. My thoughts collided as I tried to make sense of the day in Enoshima. What had I experienced? What had happened? I was lost in thought when the train pulled into Asakusa station, a station a bit more derelict than others in Tokyo. I had become very familiar with the place and chose my exit strategically to get me close to food. It was about 8:30 PM. When I exited the station fierce wind hit me and I made my way across the bridge over the Sumida into Taito City and toward a small pub below the Asahi building. The black glass and golden steam represented on the top were comforting as I plopped my body down onto a seat at the bar. I ordered octopus in a basil sauce, and a new dark beer, and just pondered it all. Enoshima. Stairs. Rain. Basho. My journey, today at least, was done.

In Ueno with Matsuo Basho

On April 13, 2024April 30, 2024 By tgentryfunkLeave a comment

As I walked through Ueno park, I couldn’t help but recall Basho’s journey through this same area, five hundred years before. The cherry blossoms were about a week from blooming and families spread tarps and blankets on the ground in anticipation of the event. Games of Go and drinking happened alongside laughter, and some bold, angry interjections that eventually spilled into laughter and tears. A young woman looked on both horrified and smiling as two men embraced in tears after a moment of fierce reaction.

Clouds of cherry blossoms! / Is that temple bell in Ueno/ or Asakusa? (Matsuo Basho)

The day was cloudy and a light rain sprinkled along the concrete pathways. As I passed the empty baseball field, children ran past me laughing hysterically and their mother demanding for some compliance. They ignored her calls and ran fearlessly into a huge crowd. Soon, they came back around with Mom exasperated at the brief trauma.

At times I raised my camera for a shot and then walked slowly through the stream of onlookers and people seeking their own bit of solace in the trees of the park. I was almost brought to tears seeing so many emotions on display, and especially feeling the laughter of adults and children, not so far separated in their common state of joy.

I was drawn into a museum, pulled by something beyond this mundane experience. I walked to the kiosk and purchased a ticket for a special exhibition called Does The Future Sleep Here? The silence of the museum invited contemplation and a brief jaunt down the stairs into the exhibition immediately swept me up in a moment of quiet reflection as I was struck by the intaglio prints of Nakabayashi Tadayoshi. The effect of these images was melancholy and I felt drawn into the artwork. The series shows a detailed image of flowers wrapped in a ribbon and progressively ending in a final panel of an ink blot on paper. The disappearance of the image into ink on paper represented to me the dissolution of ego and expectation.

I struggled with a load of expectations about traveling to Japan even though I promised myself I would absolutely NOT grasp onto the experience. And yet here I was trampled by my own mind and wandering through an exhibition a bit unmoored as I wasn’t sure exactly what I was doing here. To say I was led into the exhibition might feel a bit ridiculous from my rational, thinking mind, and the fact that I ended up HERE rather than THERE spoke to me.

As I reflected on this one choice, this one moment in time, it’s was easy to dismiss the choice as a simple binary; yes or no, zero or one; forward or backward. The pull away from the spiritual to the rational is strong in all of us and I too wrestle with these ideas. My Buddhist training tells me to question; to see but not label; to hear but not question. As soon as we place a label or feeling on a anything that comes through sense, our mind begins the process of dualism; separating what we see and hear, etc into discreet ideas and images. In that moment, we are grasping and our mind gets carried away into a whole series of thoughts, feelings, and emotions built around something that is just an object. An object, any object, has no inherent meaning unless we apply some meaning to it. Here I was, at the beginning of an art exhibition, creating a whole story about why I entered the building what I was seeing, and how what I was seeing related directly to me. I immediately put ME at the center of the exhibition. It was, in essence, about ME.

Of course, my critical mind kicked in and I realized that while the exhibition wasn’t about me, it spoke to me. Yeah, I get it. There really is no ME in this scenario and I’m forming ideas based on experiences and thoughts collected over a lifetime. These collected notions I assembled into a form of meaning as I walked into the exhibition and formed into a coherent narrative of something along the lines of “I’m experiencing an exhibition that is speaking to me and that helps me understand where I am spiritually, thoughtfully, and emotionally.” Almost immediately the narrative emerged in my mind in moments after walking into the exhibition hall and seeing these prints in front of me. I was in awe of the skill and vision of this artist and was emotionally drawn into the images and the feelings of these prints. The experience was magical in a very real sense of feeling a resonance with the artist and the artist’s work.

Of course, I don’t know Tadayoshi or his intentions. I do know what my experience of his art was and his art shaped my thoughts. I guess that’s what art is all about, isn’t it?

As I felt through all of these competing ideas and emotions, I continued through the exhibition, now drawn into the idea that these artists and the artwork they presented were some kind of representation of my ideas. In each gallery some art resonated more or less. I was completely caught up in the feelings I expereinced as I met each of these artists through their artwork. As I walked out of the exhibition and into a room with vending machines, I grabbed a green tea and sat in this small room drinking the cold tea from a plastic bottle and thinking about the experience. Soon, I walked upstairs to the gift shop and purchased the exhibiiton catalog written entirely in Japanese with the forceful idea that I would read this book in its entirety. Maybe it would take me years, and I would start as soon as I got home. (…and I have…)

Walking out of the museum back into the mass of humanity filling Ueno Park at around noon, I moved more deliberately, slowly bringing together the various thoughts in my mind as I stayed with the feelings that arose. At that moment, I thought back to Narrow Road to the Interior by Matsuo Basho. Basho’s travels through Japan and his haiku that punctuated his journey came to me in a rush. As I walked through Ueno I thought about his journals again and his brief remarks about cherry blossoms in Ueno. More specifically, I thought about his play on words in the journal’s title, “Narrow Road to the Interior” meaning the interior of Japan and into his interior = his mind. Captured by that idea, I delved into what I had seen and experienced and how those images were stirring me into deep thought about my journey, here, in Tokyo.

The first cherry blossoms in Ueno, March 2024

You see, nothing went the way I planned. I found myself wondering at what I was missing and where I needed to adjust. As Basho’s journey came to mind, I let go of the expectations about what I orginally planned and paid attention to what was in front of me. In his Knapsack Notebook, Basho commented, “The first task for each artist is to overcome the barbarian or animal heart and mind, to become one with nature.” (65) The bustling streets, the people sitting against a wall looking into their hands, a mom and baby strolling along the street, in a hurry for something, and me, seeing it all pass me by. Finally, I settled into an idea I read in Basho – it’s really not about the destination. I didn’t need to go looking for something; it would find me.

From what tree’s / blossoming, I do not know / but oh, its sweet scent! (Basho 101)

As I opened up for a different kind of experience, those moments unfolded in a myriad of ways. I stopped trying so hard to do something and just walked. Actually a better way to describe it is that I wandered. Not lost and not in a direction toward something…of course, I wasn’t headed into a wall or anything…I was walking around, generally in the direction of Asakusa. Moments came and went as I walked past shops and alleys, people of various types and in various styles. I took few photographs, even with camera in hand. It was just me walking. I felt like I was on the narrow road to the interior and in this case, into a kind of walking meditation. The light rain finally stopped, and a cold wind blew from the west, and soon I was cold. The cold roused me from some kind of stillness and I thought about eating some hot ramen. As that feeling rose in me, I decided to make my way to a private booth at Ichiran. All of my noisy thoughts stilled, I realized exactly what I was experiencing: a beautiful day.

May you be happy, may you be well

References

Art Scenes – Find and collect your favorite art. (2024). Art Scenes. https://art-scenes.net/en/artworks/34191?gallery_id=153

Bashō Matsuo, & Hamill, S. (2019). Narrow road to the interior and other writings. Shambhala.

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Elusive, Yes. Non-existent? Not at all!

On April 10, 2024 By tgentryfunk1 Comment

The search continued as the sun dawned bright on an unexpected cloudless day. I woke with a mission: to head toward some out-of-the-way parts of the city to locate cherry blossoms.

I started by trying to navigate to Hie Jinga located in Akasaka. I rode the Ginza line to Tameike-Sanno Station and hopped off. If you haven’t visited Tokyo, it’s easy to wander in the wrong direction when leaving a subway and that’s what I did on this day. I walked out of the station and THOUGHT I was headed for the temple. My iPhone Google map sent me in a direction and I walked, dutifully, toward the shrine…or so I thought. The map led me astray, and I soon realized that I was going in the wrong direction. Once I figured this out, I looked around. I was in the middle of some large buildings and structures, and I couldn’t quite place my location.

Then, I saw a Japanese sign pointing to the temple. It was small and once I recognized the characters, I started walking in that direction; soon enough, I turned a corner and was the grounds for the temple. The lesson was THIS: use your eyes and look around to find out where you’re going. From that point onward on this trip, I looked at a map on my phone and avoided using the guidance from the system! The Hie Shrine sits on a hill and a series of steps leads to the main complex. On this day, a food ceremony was happening and I stayed to watch as the priests performed the ritual.

From there I located the Inari – the red torii gates that are reminiscent of Fushimi Inari. The gates are around the back of the shrine and a small group gathered to take pictures of themselves in various poses on the steps. These tourists, like me, were intrigued. Unfortunately, their interest led them to attempt climbing on the posts and trying to balance between the spans. More than once one of the group fell to the ground with the rest laughing. They changed their approach and just started photographing each other in suggestive poses. A small group formed trying to make their way down the stairs and through the torii. The group angrily refused to budge and blocked the way. At some point, another person simply pushed their way past the photographers.

The walk through the gates….really a wonderful spot in central Tokyo

The cherry trees were sealed shut and so I decided to find another location. The wonderful Hamarikyo Park was my new destination filled with the ancient Yoshino cherry trees. The game was afoot (literally, because I was walking).

Walking all the way to this Park was a haul. The miles I trekked took me past the Imperial Gardens and through Asakasa all the way to the Shiodome area.

Crossing the bridge over the Sumida and into the park, the grounds were filled with ponds whose levels changed with the tides. Originally a home to shoguns and later Meiji leaders, the buildings were destroyed and never rebuilt. In their place were trees of various types and the cherry trees, while few in number, were present near the entrance.

As I walked to my right after the entrance, I saw a group of Yoshino cherry trees and they were old, twisted symbols of ancient Japan. As I walked around the trees, I noticed a single blossom. I grabbed the shot.

It may seem like a small thing, and this blossom changed my perspective in some way. Going into the park I was anxious, worried even, about my time in Japan. I had been led astray by the Google Map, felt like I was lost on the subway more than once, and just had a sense of unease as I walked through the city.

All of that sense and sensation dropped away when I saw this one bloom on the tree. Not far from this spot, groups of small tables were scattered in the trees and I found a place to sit and just be in the moment. My meditation began effortlessly and the crazy mind I had wrestled with for hours slowly dropped away. I watched, sat, and stopped. I’m not sure how much time passed as I sat there. I noticed the wind and chill sitting in the shade of a pine tree and a shiver passed through me more than once.

As the day passed, I walked through the rest of the gardens and marveled at the simplicity and attention to every detail. The grounds are remarkable.

I walked out of the park as the sun descended and the light cast interesting shadows on the ground. The walk back to the train station was quiet and I boarded the Ginza line to Asakusa. My day was amazing and in small ways, transformational.

May you be happy, May you be well.

Of Cherry Blossoms and Expectations

On April 9, 2024 By tgentryfunkLeave a comment

It’s cold. The wind is blowing hard and my umbrella, purchased at iSetan is not doing its job very well. The rain comes in at a sharp angle and as I walk, I stumble as the umbrella is pointed directly in front of me partially blocking my view. I imagine I look ridiculous, umbrella facing forward as the wind and rain pound my legs and feet. The chill starts to take hold and I search for some indoor space and stumble into a crowded coffee shop. I looked outside through the glass and noticed people making their way through the storm. So, here I was in Tokyo not really prepared for the maelstrom in front of me. Hmmm.

I came to Tokyo in part to see cherry blossoms. The wonder of finding very inexpensive flights and a very cheap room made the trip possible. I couldn’t believe my luck!

As I landed in the city, rain soaked clouds filled the sky and the darkness at 3:30 PM made for a very solemn arrival.

I made my way quickly through customs and to the Keikyu line to Asakusa. The rain poured from the skies and I wondered about walking from the station to the hotel. Would I be soaked? I left my umbrella at home by accident and now wished I had one handy. No matter. I’d be fine as the walk was less than a 1/2 a mile.

The wind and rain battered me as I walked onto the busy sidewalk. I hurried across the street and down an alley I remembered as a shortcut to the hotel. I made it into the building just as the wind nearly blew me down! My expectations of sunny days and cherry blossoms were slow fading.

As morning dawned on that first day, I woke early, dressed for the rain, and walked the short distance to Senso-ji temple and the cherry trees all over the grounds. It was a cold, cloudy day and the wind crossing the Sumida River was fierce. As I made it to the Haruman Gate, it was early, about 7:00AM and few people were gathered. I grabbed some coffee and wandered around, just looking for some shots of the trees and the temple. As I approached the first tree just to the right of the main shrine, the buds were tightly closed. The cold weather of the past week had slowed their bloom and I caught the trees just before they opened.

I headed up the temple stairs and had the room to myself as few people were awake to see the sights. The quiet was remarkable, having seen this sample place literally filled with people in the past. I relished the time spent and decided to head toward Ueno Park, about three miles away. Surely I might find some blooms open in that location!

I chose sidestreets and neighborhoods to walk through to the park and was soon alerted to my phone buzzing an earthquake alert. I looked around and people were going about their routine. Some stopped for a minute to see what would happen. A mother and daughter biked together to school and they paused for the alert and kept going. Workers in an alleyway kept loading a truck with trash, and an elderly man glanced at his watch as it buzzed, and then kept shuffling along.

I’ve been in small earthquakes before and wasn’t too concerned, but the message caught me off guard and, as it turned out, a earthquake refuge was nearby, a small Buddhist temple. I went through the gates into the garden and looked around…photographing the grounds. A strange silence descended on the city and the birds I heard a few minutes before were silent. I wondered if they knew something I didn’t? As I looked around, I saw more signs of the day progressing normally and no one was obviously affected by the sirens and alerts. So, I did what everybody else was doing: I went about my day.

A refuge in Asakusa from the earthquake.

As I walked, the wind crashed between the tall buildings in near Ueno and it was intense. It pushed me around as I walked past an elementary school. Once on the main street, I could see the walking bridges that rose above the train tracks and city streets. I climbed the stairs and walked toward Ueno park in anticipation of finding the elusive cherry blossoms. Long lines of people made their way up the stairs and into the dedicated lanes for foot traffic into and out of Ueno. Lining the path were cherry trees, none of which had bloomed yet. The light rain and chill temperatures were testimony to their quiet and slow awakening.

As the day passed and I made my way to sushi and the hotel, I reflected on the situation I was in. Many of the things I wanted to do were rudely pushed to the side and what remained was me trying to recreate and reform what I wanted from this trip. That led me to rethink a few things:

I had to brave the storm, no matter what.
My choice of locations needed to change to accomodate some new ideas I had about what and where to photograph.
To just let it all go…to allow these changes to happen without regret.

I decided to go on the hunt for cherry blossoms the next day, sure that I would happen upon a cache of these illustrious blossoms in some corner of Tokyo.

May you be happy, may you be well.

Crowded Space / Still Mind

On April 4, 2024 By tgentryfunkLeave a comment

One of the biggest tests of my practice has to do with my mind in a crowded space. What happens when I’m confronted with the incessant bombardment of noise, people, movement, and lights? In Tokyo this past March I walked into this environment wondering how my tortured mind would handle the impact of the mass of humanity in this huge city.

Once you arrive at Haneda airport, the walkway into Customs is almost silent….after the blast of jet engines for twelve hours or so, the silence is welcome. THat silence, of course, is fleeting as everyone gathers in a hall that processes your entry papers. I chose to use the Japan web online form for entry and it was flawless. A picture of my face, a QR code, passport, and then finger prints sent me into the country. Once out of the customs area, crowds press on all sides as many exhausted people try to find their way into the city.

On this trip, I knew what I was doing and had preloaded my SUICA card with credits for subway travel. I hopped on the Keikyu line and headed directly to Asakusa. The crush of people on the train meant that I stood for about 30 minutes until my stop came around. The noise of the train, the movement of the car on the tracks, and the shoulders touching almost constantly with the sway of the train were distracting and my mind was both foggy from lack of sleep and my mind trying to adjust to the sound of Japanese over the loudspeakers alerting travelers of the next stop.

As I slowly adjusted to the situation, my mind relaxed. I could focus on my breath and could pick out sounds that were masked before my awareness expanding. The heavy breathing of a passenger sitting near me, a child whispering to their mother, the shuffle of feet on the floor….all of it came into my awareness. Then, my mind settled and I was quiet.

The above description is representative of what I experienced in those first few minutes of being in Japan, a densely populated country. On this trip, I encountered thousands of people during my walks around the city, and found moments of reflection and solitude in a place filled with people.

In some of those moments, I sought out places that would contribute to or enhance my experience. In the caves of Hasadera Temple and Shrine, I met my quiet mind in the dark, chilly spaces above Kamakura.

In the main shrine room of the temple complex is a massive gilded wooden statue to Kannon, the Bodhisattva of Compassion. In the form depicted at Hasedera, Kannon has a feminine or androgynous look which aligns with the broader interpretations of Avalokitsvara in China and Japan as a female figure. Inside the shrine room, the light is dim and the ceiling rises above you as Kannon stands tall in a temple that originates from the 8th century C.E.

After the caves, I walked into the shrine room, past the souvenir kiosks. When I visited the room was silent and I fell into a deep meditative state. This change happens sometimes when I am in a sacred space and it certainly happened here. The quiet and lack of noise definitely contribute to the sense of spaciousness that I think is necessary for me to be meditative. It was a wonderful moment as I stayed for about 1/2 an hour.

The grounds around Hasedera on this wet, cold day, were still spectacular. The koi pond, waterfall, and gardens are remarkable and the weather kept the crowds away on this day.

Bodhisattvas leading children after death.

Verdant green of the gardens at Hasedera.

Wrathful Deities protecting the entrance to the caves.

Entering the caves at Hasedera (wish I had a wider angle lens!)

In temples all over Japan are ritual purification practices put into place as a means of ritual cleansing. Passing through this tori gate into the cave is representative of the idea that we can purify ourselves of negative thoughts and emotions (as also represented by the wrathful deities at the entrance). When I first traveled to Japan in 2008, I was surprised to find so many of these ritual practices in visits to all of the shrines and temples. It makes sense, doesn’t it? The practice of clearing one’s mind before entering a sacred place is an important practice to prepare one’s mind for what’s to come. Too, it helps get your “mind right” so to speak; to be ready to receive the gift of connection to awareness.

The visit to Hasedera and the Daibatsu in Kamakura were wonderful moments. The cold rain made the day just that much more poignant.