Hanami Dreaming

Thinking of this exact moment in time. Under the protective canopy of this majestic tree I remember all there is to be thankful for. The sweet subtle floral scent fills the air and the branches dance to the soft wind that guides them. Hanami we will soon reunite.

I've been vibing to this track for the past week!Its so deep and has so many layers that blissfully unfold as the song progresses! Amazing lyrics! Big ups Corrine!! I hope you can feel what I feel when I hear this track, absolute surrendering to jazz.

Ramble

I began to write a story yet can't recall its beginning or end. Social structures inhibit the minds true potential to improve the real issues that hinder us all. Universal beings pretending not to know that we all truly belong together. With music's notes and the sounds of life's screams and joys I reminisce on all the loves that have been lost. These riotous thoughts exhaust my daily mind. I play games in the day dreams, which is the personal preference that most of us would love to permenantly inhabit. But what does this prefernce say about our reality. Is it not satisfying enough that we feel we must always escape. This nonsense, non allowing, creative tyrant reality filled with rules and limitations. These empty careers in search of self made happiness, telling our physical brains its functions are limited, that the truth is unknown and can't be reached. How that substances assist the final result and can release this knowledge but the sobriety of self deters all the intellecutal growth. How have the complexities of emotions been categorized, understood, and underminded. I told myself today that all the social constrictions are to be thrown away, dismissed. This is just a ramble on a rainy day and meant to be taken lightly.

The Inescapable Truth

This air is the height of a thousand men
weighing down like bricks on my chest,
beating my heart deep in this mess that makes up my mind.
Sweet caress, a slight brush against me,
washes away all the impurities of yesterday.
The mysteries begin to consume me,
chaotic thoughts of what the tumultuous future brings.
Men's eager search for our homes demise,
for self recreation, for self.
All engaging sensations of the right cortex's elations,
When will it ever be enough?
Is enough all there is to please you?
The suffocation is returning,
its taunting visit elegantly streaming down the windpipe only to seal it shut.
The heavy motion of your step solidifies it.
It leaves me stranded in between the then and now,
which time really exists?
Today moves with the wind and I demand to be released of all the restrictions my mind imposes on me.
The imprisonment of self is such a pitiful state to escape.
Now raise the glasses you claim to be full and drink to the freedom we state to own.

Django Reinhardt - J'attendrai Swing 1939

I absolutely love Django and sadly only discovered his meliflous strings recently...hope you enjoy it as much I do! Le jazz est magnifique...

My Commute To Asia- Japan Day 1

I promised myself that I would write everyday to keep a record of my journey through the East. Its been over 12 hours since I last spoke to anyone. Probably the first time that I’ve ever gone that long without any conversation. My life at home is too busy. Too many conversations, too many thoughts, and too much to do with very little time. I really must count my blessings to be allowed such an opportunity as this.

I have always prioritized personal growth and the universe thankfully has always provided. Of course in my many hours of silence, I noticed how tricky the mind is, how it reminisces on the comfort of home. How the very things that I chose to leave behind is what I miss most. I am an eighth Chinese and yet the most Asian out of everyone in my family. I feel like an explorer from ancient times, one that my great great grandchildren will read postcards that I once wrote on my travels.

I envision my current writings and collections becoming our heirlooms. I feel just like my great grandfather who bravely moved from Canton to the Dominican Republic, who had he not done that my life would not be the same. It didn’t hit me that I was finally embarking on my journey until I realized that I was on my 14th hour in commute and that I was indeed a long way from home. That it would probably be a long time before I hugged my boyfriend or mom again. That all I have currently are these very memories, of their smiles, scents, and laughs.

The strange thing with this trip is that I genuinely thought that I would experience intense culture shock, but instead its very similar to my first voyage to Asia I feel an uncanny peace about being here. Its similar to a déjà vu or past life experience. I’m a young girl traveling alone, in Japan for the first time, with very little research of where I’m going and almost no knowledge of the language. As an aficionado of languages, I feared this most.

On my flight pondering the fears I would experience, this barrier was at the top of my list. However, language is just a tool. It’s not dire to speak the same language to communicate. The eyes tell all, with a slight glare, or smile, they understand. I understand.

We all must take risks in life, leap head on into the uncertain. My name is Love2write, I am in Japan and have arrived just in time for the cherry blossoms.

Ichinoseki Bliss

The streets of this quaint town are completely deserted as I explore the small alleys and store fronts. Picture perfect colors pop with Japanese kanji, leaving me dumbfounded and lost in translation. The country air is crisp and the temperature is just the right kind of cool. I venture into the supermarket stimulated with branding and sushi grade fish, I stock up on snacks I can barely make out.
I ended up finding a gem of ebi sashimi that melts in your mouth like butter.
Cherry blossom trees line the local river but have yet to blossom. My Japanese host Sayumi San takes me to Genbikei Gorge, a breathtaking valley close by to the town center. A restaurant up the stream shoots down a basket where you can place money to order Kakko Dango, a mochi skewer covered with different flavors like red bean, sesame, and sweet soy sauce.
We then took a car ride an hour north to Hondera, where I saw my first snow. Rice patties cover the fields surrounding the highway. The temperature dropped a good ten degrees and the air was so clean! The past winter is still very visible as it spring begins to ease its way in.