snow's embrace
Usually, I would start the post by saying that the year has gone by quickly. This year is different, however. This year has been a very long year... It began with the lingering sense of loss and heartbreak. There was my master's thesis trouble. Then many good byes and the solo move x-country. There were months of unemployment and disappointment filled with self-criticism and self-hatred. My father's illness and hospitalization. My battle for inner peace and true love... This year has left me rather weathered and listless, which undoubtedly put my spirit frazzled as I boarded the plane headed to Japan. Now that it has been a full week since I've returned to Sendai, I have realized that this was exactly what I needed to recuperate; to mend my heart, regain my balance, and to refocus my energy. As the year comes to a close, I'm begining to (re)construct my resolution; to live my life raw, to (be)li(e)ve in my own wisdom and strength.

Sendai has been rather cold and snowy this holiday season.

Snow has come and gone to our village along with the holiday cheer.

My visits to dad's nursing home aside, I spend a lot of time reading when I visit my parents' house. Since last week, I've finished Into the Forest, and I've began my conquest of Kafka on the Shore in Japanese. VERY interesting. I sometimes go to the English version of the book, and I think it is true that some "things" get lost in translation. I hope to read it through in Japanese, and perhaps re-read it in English again for a complete comparison of the literally experience. I also spend some time solving Sudoku. I take a bath every night. This time, my mother also got me hooked on figure skating broadcasts, and a TV series called Princess Atsu, an epic about a princess who essentially brought Japan to open its doors to the rest of the world and helped the revolutionaries overthrow the old socio-political structure of caste system. Her historical contribution has been only recently acknowledged to the deserved level of importance, and especially after this TV series, she is now considered as the heroin of the modernization of the Japanese society.
In between skating championships and Princess Atsu episodes, I have been also working on the arrangement of Midnight Train to Georgia to be sang by Rapid Transit. This song was voted in in the begining of this month to be sang next year, and since I have a piano here, I want to finish arranging before I go back to Oakland. Besides, it gives me such peace and joy to be able to press the heavy keys (which I used to despise as a child taking lessons) of my grand piano that I have neglected all these years. And, last but not least, one of my favorite things to do here, is making little animals out of clay, and I've made some new ones that I'm quite excited about.

Quite obviously, they are my beloved cats Tiki and Tembo.

Some of you may recognize these lovely dogs: Nico and Henry.

I began creating these little ones for my mother, who is a Japanese washi (paper) doll craftswoman. She usually makes larger, more serious dolls like this one:

but sometimes her artisan school does a large exhibit in which everyone (teachers and students alike) collaborate to create a diorama. And of course, as a lover of creating small things, I wanted to make something.

Due to the master teacher's illness, this year's exhibit was cancelled, but my little animals made a home in my mother's miniture diorama:

With contentment brought forth by the snow's embrace (and the fantastic fortune told by the Six Star Astrology for the coming year), I am ready to welcome the new year.
Sendai has been rather cold and snowy this holiday season.
Snow has come and gone to our village along with the holiday cheer.
My visits to dad's nursing home aside, I spend a lot of time reading when I visit my parents' house. Since last week, I've finished Into the Forest, and I've began my conquest of Kafka on the Shore in Japanese. VERY interesting. I sometimes go to the English version of the book, and I think it is true that some "things" get lost in translation. I hope to read it through in Japanese, and perhaps re-read it in English again for a complete comparison of the literally experience. I also spend some time solving Sudoku. I take a bath every night. This time, my mother also got me hooked on figure skating broadcasts, and a TV series called Princess Atsu, an epic about a princess who essentially brought Japan to open its doors to the rest of the world and helped the revolutionaries overthrow the old socio-political structure of caste system. Her historical contribution has been only recently acknowledged to the deserved level of importance, and especially after this TV series, she is now considered as the heroin of the modernization of the Japanese society.
In between skating championships and Princess Atsu episodes, I have been also working on the arrangement of Midnight Train to Georgia to be sang by Rapid Transit. This song was voted in in the begining of this month to be sang next year, and since I have a piano here, I want to finish arranging before I go back to Oakland. Besides, it gives me such peace and joy to be able to press the heavy keys (which I used to despise as a child taking lessons) of my grand piano that I have neglected all these years. And, last but not least, one of my favorite things to do here, is making little animals out of clay, and I've made some new ones that I'm quite excited about.
Quite obviously, they are my beloved cats Tiki and Tembo.
Some of you may recognize these lovely dogs: Nico and Henry.
I began creating these little ones for my mother, who is a Japanese washi (paper) doll craftswoman. She usually makes larger, more serious dolls like this one:
but sometimes her artisan school does a large exhibit in which everyone (teachers and students alike) collaborate to create a diorama. And of course, as a lover of creating small things, I wanted to make something.
Due to the master teacher's illness, this year's exhibit was cancelled, but my little animals made a home in my mother's miniture diorama:
With contentment brought forth by the snow's embrace (and the fantastic fortune told by the Six Star Astrology for the coming year), I am ready to welcome the new year.




