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Processing

Processing

Processing shock and loss takes many forms. For me, physicality is key. I need to be present in the charred space, exploring at the scene. I bear witness. I feel it intensely.  And then I start to draw or write to release it. I went up to 555 this morning and climbed...

Bad or Good?

A week ago in a meeting, I shared a story to illustrate that business setbacks or successes can be reframed with a single word. Alan Watts delivered the Story of the Chinese Farmer with his usual panache: And here I am, wrapping my head around the events of this...
Gone, gone, gone

Gone, gone, gone

555 Hiratsuka burned to the ground today. At about 12:30 this afternoon, an announcement came over the loudspeaker: 大山地区。建物火災。平塚551。 (Oyama area house fire. Hiratsuka 551.) 551 is the old house next to our kominka – the one with the big gate. Oh! But the...
Life is a kabure, old chum

Life is a kabure, old chum

Well, well, well. Nature attacked. I have kabure – contact dermatitis – on my face and neck. I’m not sure if it was urushi, the tree that makes Japanese lacquer and also the toxic urushiol that poisons ivy, oak and sumac, or if it was chadokuga, the...
Teaching Community Yoga, a book

Teaching Community Yoga, a book

I started teaching yoga when I moved out of Tokyo in 2015. At first, I held a weekly class at Satoyama Design Factory, and then a daily class at Monaka, and from the start of the pandemic, a daily morning class via Zoom. Today is Day 415 of the Zoom yoga class –...
After a month without sugar…

After a month without sugar…

Breakfast cookie, hell yes! Normally February is the shortest month, but this year I decided to stop eating sugar. That turned 28 days into a very long month, indeed. I did it, though. And now it’s over. I’ll celebrate with a cookie for breakfast!...