Back in Portland, Restless

Privately published weeks ago: This post is in lieu of a diary entry. So for now I write filter-free, listening to sweet sweet grooves sitting in a wooden chair in front of a wooden desk at a tea shop near my interim-turned-longterm housing. I remember being so stressed and whiny about trying to find the best housing…

Nagasaki: A week with obachan

Japanese grandmother is nearing 90 years of age. Despite her advanced age, she is quite spry and dances on a regular basis. I’m blessed to stay in her house in Nagasaki, inhaling memories as I breath in the dusty motes floating about her living room. The house is merely a leap and a bound from…

Tokyo/Ogasawara: The Last Day

Another photographic bombardment of love and peace. My heart has grown so big and receptive during these past months. I am so thankful for my island community- I will see you again soon- mata ne!

Dear Pelan Village: Mata Ne!

Dear Pelan Village, These last 4 months have been… Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, ho ho ho! As I cram to write you a legible letter before I catch the bus to take the ferry, these past 4 months blur before my eyes: all the grumpy Kaori moments are overwhelmed by the love and peace that radiates throughout the…