The puzzle pieces scatter
How many lost
A falling raindrop
Provides the only focus
The world beyond
The bottle of Sake
That I am washing down
As clear as my mind
This floating life brings
Yet another wave I fear
My ship it rocks so
Well, I am trying to get back into the groove of some of my old hobbies and habits. I find that practicing Japanese, something that used to be such a huge part of my life, has become a chore and just plain difficult to do.
I am traveling back to Japan in September for two weeks. It will be my longest trip ever and maybe my most ambitious. I plan on staying in Kansai for a week, and then making a drive down to Kyushu. I want to visit Chiran and the old WWII Kamikaze air strip as well as the Satsuma Clan's stomping grounds.
Of course, I hope that this trip will revive the passion that I have for Japanese Culture and Language.
I wonder if it will look the same? Not that any of the Japan I know will have changed... But will it look the same to me? Will it grasp my imagination? Will it challenge me? Will Japan call me back again?
I wonder what awaits me... I wonder if I my soul will be ready for it?
The mind summons
The will and the drive move
The heart beats a pulse
Lookout Japan...
-This is a photo overlooking Kyoto, Japan. Taken in between fits of projectile vomiting.... Ah! The memories!!!
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