I know that when you see something amazing it’s called “Breathtaking,” but in this case the incredible scenery, the kindness of so many of you, and the chance to follow my nose and heart into new graces isn’t taking, it’s giving.
After the wonderful and prayerful send off last Sunday reading some of the notes you placed in my journal. I landed in Tokyo and knew I was on sabbatical when I caught myself walking at my zippy clip and not looking around to count the ducklings and assist with questions. 😊. I crossed the city with plenty of time to catch my train to the mountains, and upon arrival was met by old friend Ryo Funaki, who took me to his hotel where I slept sound. Since then it has been one quiet pleasure after another. Horseback riding under the cherry blossoms, hiking in the mountains and to crystal waterfalls, and lots and lots of meals with friends, unrushed and unhindered by schedules.
I was particularly moved by a special breathing blessing offered by the head priest of the Misogi Shinto Shrine. This involved a ritual of breathing into a paper inscribed with my name, then that paper being presented for blessing and purification in sacred waters. It was not unlike our Christian baptismal cermony in the hope that the supplicant is severed from sin and imbalance, and that new breath will come and make a new creation. The ceremony involved chanting together and the tones used were so akin to the pslam tones we’ve sung during lent, it took me aback.
Needless to say, all of this is BreathGiving. While it is still early days, I can feel my bones beginning to absorb the air again. And with the air, thoughts and ideas, too. What a gift this place is to my soul.
Riding a native Japanese breed Kiso horse in Kobuchisawa.
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