Bushkill Falls ← click. Also known as “Niagara Falls of Pennsylvania”, I had a very enjoyable experience with E-chan and D-chan who invited me to go. This is actually my first time so much enjoyed in the nature since I moved to NYC, I thoroughly enjoyed forest bathing and waterfall bathing. I’m very grateful to the two of them. Thank you very much. ＊All the waterfalls were not only beautiful but also I felt dignity.
折り紙コーナー：Origami corner展示『この空の下』：”Under This Sky: Manhattan Project”浄土真宗僧侶、中垣氏によるドキュメンタリーフィルム『卍 / ﾏﾝｼﾞ』上映：Film Screening of the documentary “Manji” by Rev. Dr. K. Nakagaki
My friend J.E. taught me the basics of how to playing the kalimba. The pleasant sound is similar to that of a music box. This simple instrument is also known as a “thumb piano.” Perhaps I was unconsciously searching for this sound vibration?! Last month, I attended Kevin’s kalimba meeting, and the moment I heard it, I thought, “That’s it! This tone and scale are essential for my ‘green funeral project’ !” I knew about the kalimba, but I never imagined it would be connected in this way.
Tさんトリオのガーデンイベント：T-san Trio’s garden event敬老会はウナギ弁当：Eel lunch box for the Respect for the Aged Day partyオリンの17回目の月命日、カリンバの上のオリンちゃん：On the day of the 17th monthly anniversary of Orin’s death, I put him on my kalimbaYちゃんの、ちぎり絵タイム、子供たちがたくさん集まって大盛況。Cちゃん、Yちゃんと共に：Y’s Paper-cutting time was a great success, with many children gathering. With C-chan and Y-chan.
Director Hideaki Ito comes a shocking documentary about the prevalence of radiation poisoning in the US—and the untold story of the mother who tried to expose it. In 1951, nuclear weapons testing began on the US mainland. Hundreds of miles away in St. Louis, Dr. Louise Reiss began collecting baby teeth from other mothers in her community. Through studying these teeth, Reiss found that American children—not just the so-called “Utah downwinders”—had been exposed to dangerous levels of radiation. Silent Fallout traces these stories and others, journeying from Salt Lake City, to Virginia, to Missouri, to the United Kingdom, and to Japan, exposing the government deception behind the bomb.
I inherited the scroll from J.I-chan by chance. Apparently it was a keepsake from his father’s family, who had been collecting calligraphy, paintings, and antiques for generations, but I thought I’d keep it forever. As I am currently(still) living in the basement, the ceiling is low, so the upper part had to be bent quite a bit to hang it. A fairly high ceiling is essential to hang a scroll of considerable length, and a large, sacred room/space where it can be hung comfortably is also a requirement. Is it really okay to just hang Amaterasu, the supreme deity of Japanese Shinto,(<- click) enshrined at Ise Grand Shrine and a symbol of the sun, light, love and truth, in this way?
The small space connected to the kitchen now feels like it has a different vibe. I’m really grateful.
In mid-July, Y.H-san’ family came to visit her in the hospital from Japan. I was worried that A.H-san would be surprised by the heat and humidity here in New York, but her family said that Japan (Kanto region) is still experiencing extremely hot weather. Everyone, including Y’s friends, gathered together and had dinner and chatted after the visit, which was very meaningful.
A Distant Place *from the poetry collection “Hadaka” by Shuntaro Tanikawa
I think I have come farther than Yotchan, father than Tadashi. I think ever farther than Goro, my dog, and farther than mom. And possibly farther than both my dad and great grandpa. Goro left home one Wednesday and came home late the next Sunday night. He was thin and all covered with mud and kept on lapping up water for a long time. No one knows where he was.
If I keep on walking like this where will I end up? Will I wake up and find myself an old woman? Will I have forgotten all about today and be shipping tea in some place even farther off than here? If so, I hope there’s at least be one person with me I could love. It doesn’t matter even if he’s dead. I only wish I would have an unforgettable memory of him. The smell of the sea comes in from somewhere, but I’m sure I can go farther than the sea.
17年前の冬、アタシたちはこの遊具のところでウオッカを飲んだっけ：17 years ago in the winter, we drank vodka at this playground.波のビデオを撮ってきた、ブライトンビーチにて：I took some video of the waves at Brighton Beach.
This year, the annual exhibition of SJAC/Society of Japanese and American Creators was held as usual. Although I have been one of the directors since the inception in 2017, I didn’t really contribute much beyond flying back to NYC to do some video interviews and take some photos. But of course, in the meantime, it continues to serve as a venue for many wonderful artists and members to showcase their work, and I’m very happy to see that SJAC itself has become well established in New York.
It was late April when I was informed of the death of the world-famous pianist Fuzjko/Fujiko Hemming by my friend in Japan. Her honest way of life and beliefs, her deep insight and loving life, each and every one of them, are transmitted to me as a sound spirit through the keyboard. Ever since I saw a scene in a documentary about her visiting the grave of Leonard Bernstein, whom she had loved and respected throughout her long life, I have wanted to visit the grave. I don’t think people should rest in a cemetery after they die, but (my own opinion) the constant stream of people leaving lovely flowers like this makes me feel relieved on behalf of Fuzjko/Fujiko. Fuzjko’s interview <- click
グリーンウッド墓地の裏門から入った：Entered through the back gate of Green-Wood Cemeteryお墓はマンハッタンを俯瞰できる高台にある：The grave is located on a hill overlooking Manhattan.
I went to visit S-chan’s community garden in Harlem. I could feel the commitment of the garden members to the global environment. Like I (& Orin) was in Bisbee and Newberg, respect for the environment surrounding plants and making compost as a source of nutrients for plants are essential. I’m learning a lot of deep things that will help me with my own “tree funeral project.”
I had a pleasant chat with K.H-san, and decided to walk along the Chelsea High Line (a skyscraper garden in New York) for the first time in a while. There was greenery, greenery, flowers, plants and trees. Everyone was walking and laughing happily. That was good, everything was good.
My old friend G.J has now moved to a hospital in a rather faraway part of New Jersey, and we’re helping him tidy up his Jersey City studio and other things. Is 88 years old a normal age, an old age, an age of the earth, or an illusion? He’s still busy drawing in his hospital room.
ハーレムのガーデン：Harlem Gardenハイラインからの眺望：View from the High Lineハイライン：High Line
