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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Living on an airbase means we see and hear planes on a very regular basis, but in the past two weeks looking towards the sky has taken on even more meaning. After our little community was suddenly sent reeling into grief, we worked together to hold a beautiful memorial, reached out in support, leaned together, cried together, and did it all again a few days later. And yet, during a period of time so heavy with loss, we experienced some of the most beautiful weather we have had all year round: bright blue skies with soothing sunshine during the day and crisp nights which drew us around fire pits seeking warmth and company. In between the memorials, there was a homecoming and we looked to the skies to see pilots flying home in dramatic formations before landing and sweeping their children into their arms. Highs and lows of incredible intensity. Sorrow, celebration, and tight hugs all intertwined into one blurry chunk of time. </span>Dim Sum, Bagels, and Crawfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17398185185844916216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20750927.post-66286985215327355732018-10-26T08:43:00.000-04:002018-10-26T08:43:39.443-04:00October List<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Savoring: <a href="https://www.netflix.com/title/80198288">Salt Fat Acid Heat</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Podcasting: <a href="https://www.gimletmedia.com/heavyweight">Heavyweight</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Reading: <a href="http://www.bartimaeusbooks.com/about_the_series.html">The Bartimae</a></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.bartimaeusbooks.com/about_the_series.html">us Series</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Obsessing: </span><a href="https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2018/10/24/magazine/candy-kit-kat-japan.html" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Kit Kats in Japan</a><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Curating: <a href="https://www.forbes.com/sites/susanadams/2015/07/29/naoshima-island-inside-japanese-billionaire-soichiro-fukutakes-art-archipelago/#1cf3bc129f89">Art Archipelago</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Eating: <a href="https://www.skinnytaste.com/skirt-steak-baby-bok-choy-and-zucchini/">Steak, Bok Choy, and Zucchini Stir Fry</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Interviewing: </span><a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/magazine/terry-gross-of-fresh-air-talks-about-the-art-of-getting-personal/2018/10/15/2ecdc2c4-bd0c-11e8-be70-52bd11fe18af_story.html?fbclid=IwAR2nzAJjz5sFC8yzebNwVBaPpVHbknmSWet2V3Z5wL02L20UzGkM8f3yBIk&noredirect=on&utm_term=.c95dff5873bc" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Terry Gross</a><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Watching:<a href="http://www.isleofdogsmovie.com/"> Isle of Dogs</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Traveling: <a href="https://theculturetrip.com/">Culture Trip</a></span>Dim Sum, Bagels, and Crawfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17398185185844916216noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20750927.post-19418677249261773742018-10-25T08:35:00.002-04:002018-10-25T08:35:35.289-04:00Naoshima, The Art Island of Japan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">An island filled with art in lovely and unexpected spots? Traditional Japanese homes turned into "art houses"? Creative use of local items and striking vistas? Friendly locals? An unusually modern bath house complete with neon and a large elephant statue? Delightful meals and meandering paths? Yes, please. I learned about Naoshima several years ago and had been chomping at the bit to visit ever since we moved back to Japan. Last month, I finally had the chance and it was even better than I had anticipated. Already planning a return trip, I am still savoring the beauty and eager to do some more exploring. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> One of my favorite things about autumn in Japan are the persimmons. Whether they are hanging from bare trees or drying on the side of countryside homes nestled between rice fields and mountains, I love their cheerful bursts of color and their sweet taste. Today we had the opportunity to pick persimmons and to prepare them for drying. Dried persimmons are known as hoshi-gaki. After peeling them, cleaning them, and dipping them in boiling water we strung them on long strands of rope. They will hang outside for four -six days and then they will be ready for enjoying as a sweet autumnal treat. </span>Dim Sum, Bagels, and Crawfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17398185185844916216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20750927.post-41224743425804133992018-09-08T22:47:00.002-04:002018-09-08T22:54:04.818-04:00Indonesian Offerings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Early in the morning when I would sneak out to walk in the rice fields, I would watch the local woman preparing the offerings. Bright pops of petals from the local market or their own gardens, hand-made leaf containers, wafting incense, and morsels of food for the ancestors. Carefully, lovingly placed in front of entrances, spirit houses, and other special spots. A fresh start to the day. A new set of offerings each morning. Did they think about family stories as they artfully arranged each one? Or were they running through the to-do list for the day ahead? Were they exhaling away worries or were they praying? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">April 2018</span>Dim Sum, Bagels, and Crawfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17398185185844916216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20750927.post-86453739598012835552018-08-13T02:54:00.000-04:002018-08-13T02:54:18.505-04:00Bile, Bigotry, and Bad Answers<div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Each time we move we spend quite a bit of time explaining to new bosses, teachers, principals, and sports coaches that our family will be taking time off to celebrate the Jewish High Holidays. We have never encountered any problems with this until today when someone told my husband "If we give you special liberty for Jewish holidays, then that would mean we would have to do the same for Muslims". Yes, someone actually uttered this absurd sentence aloud and let these toxic words explode into the air that is already so heavy with nastiness. Each day when I listen to the news, I find myself wondering are we in a weird time warp. Is it still the 1950s? the 30s? the Middle Ages? Are my Jewish children safe? Are our Muslim neighbors' children safe? Are any of our children safe? I want to vomit while also screaming obscenities and causing physical harm to those who spew hate. I know this is not the sane or calm response but that's what bigotry does. It gets your blood pumping and forces the bile to bubble up from a deep space within your core and it doesn't feel good at all. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In January, I wrote an essay for <a href="https://www.hellotherefriend.com/breathe-in-breathe-out/">Hello There, Friend about my pregnancy and birthing experience with Noah</a>. When I was writing the piece, I dug through old baby photographs and was flooded with memories that had been stashed away and forgotten...faces I haven't seen in awhile, favorite tiny outfits, funny moments captured on film, and places that took me awhile to remember. The image that stuck with me the most was the one that I ultimately used to go along with my essay. It is a black and white photo of Noah. He's just a few days old and he is being cupped in hands. My parents' hands, but mostly my dad's large hands. It caught my breath to see those hands and to remember exactly when that photograph was taken. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">During the final weeks of my pregnancy, the plan had been for my mom to fly up and spend several weeks helping us to prepare and adjust to new parenthood. My dad stayed at home to work and take care of my youngest sister. We had already made plans to travel down to Louisiana when Noah was two months old to spend a month there with family and friends. That would be when my dad would meet Noah for the first time, but the night that Noah was born, my dad made the spontaneous decision to get a ticket and a few days later he flew to Washington State to meet his first grandchild. I took this photo early on that first morning of his visit. The light was streaming in from the big windows that opened out onto Puget Sound. My parents were both still in their pajamas and robes. My dad had been sketching Noah when I woke up and walked into the scene. I grabbed my camera and took a number of shots including this one that I had forgotten until flipping through an album lodged on Noah's book shelf in here in Japan. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And although it has been many months since re-discovering that photo, the importance of it still unsettles me. My dad's hands were one of the things I struggled with the most during his final month of life and in the months after his death. His hands were long and always in motion. He used them for talking and expressive gesturing. He used them to paint and draw with on a daily basis. He used them to pet, Shadow, his favorite cat and he would swirl them around himself in the ocean each summer. They were strong hands with thin, lanky fingers, but during that last month in the hospital his hands became incredibly swollen and unrecognizable. I felt haunted by that image of them in their misshapen state. In fact, when I eventually went to see an art therapist to talk about my grief, it was his hands that I drew over and over again, week after week. Ugly, clumsy drawings marked with tears and frustrated smudges, I was trying my hardest to re-claim "his" hands, the way they should have been. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">My dad taught intro to drawing classes for over thirty years to college students and one of the exercises he always had them do was to draw their hands. Have you ever attempted to draw your own hand? It is incredibly challenging. In fact, my dad, who was an accomplished and well respected artist, drew his hands throughout his life and never felt totally satisfied with them. There is something so personal about our hands. At first glance, it seems like we all have the same basic digits and joints, but on closer study our hands tell just as many and perhaps more stories than our eyes. They are marked with scars, age spots, veins, creases, and grit. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Finding that photograph of Noah in my dad's hands was an unexpected gift. Ten years after his death, I feel like I have found my way back to his hands. </span>Dim Sum, Bagels, and Crawfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17398185185844916216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20750927.post-64610703417073593222018-07-30T08:22:00.000-04:002018-07-30T08:22:32.168-04:00Adam at 44<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I took this photo last week when we traveled by ferry through the Seto Inland Sea to spend the weekend on Shikoku. Adam standing on the roof of a ferry, watching the sun set, and wearing one of his favorite t-shirts ("More cowbell!" from a Saturday Night Live skit). Today is his forty-fourth birthday and I can't think of anyone else with whom I would want to share this adventurous, nomadic, and colorful life. </span>Dim Sum, Bagels, and Crawfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17398185185844916216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20750927.post-62329721106316783332018-01-01T20:08:00.001-05:002018-01-01T20:08:15.557-05:00A New Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">2017 was a year of change, impatience, strength, illness, thrills, and adaptation. I don't have a resolution or a specific mantra for this new year and that feels alright. Driving home from our visit to the local Shinto Shrine last night, we didn't expect to see this view of the big moon rising over Iwakuni, but there it was. We parked, hopped out of the van, let Hugo run around like a crazy pup, and savored the loveliness in front of us. I want more of that in this new year: the beauty, the joy, and the spontaneity. </span>Dim Sum, Bagels, and Crawfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17398185185844916216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20750927.post-37749817173365529482017-12-19T20:00:00.000-05:002018-01-01T20:10:00.835-05:00Hanukkah 2017 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's funny how people come into our lives especially when it happens in a dressing room at Banana Republic in Georgetown. That's where we met Emma several years ago and from that point on she quickly became a special part of our family. She was a graduate student who had recently moved to the DC area and was working retail on the weekends. In between helping Adam find some new khakis, she noticed Camille's Star of David necklace which led to other connections and a meet-up during the High Holidays. We discovered that we shared a love of dim sum, hamantaschen, board games, puns,musicals, and traveling. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Over the years we have done our best to live in culturally diverse areas, we have been active in local adoption groups, attended culture camps, enrolled Camille in Mandarin lessons, participated in classes and panel discussions, sought out mentors and friends with connections to Taiwan, taken Taiwanese cooking classes, read lots and lots of books. All of these things have been good in their own ways, but this relationship with Emma has been one of the most meaningful things that has happened to our family.</span>Dim Sum, Bagels, and Crawfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17398185185844916216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20750927.post-20634426229500016062017-11-28T21:31:00.001-05:002017-11-28T21:32:30.298-05:00Homecoming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It was an emotional day yesterday. Big fly-in and homecoming for jets that had been deployed. Kids smothering their dads with hugs. Spouses kissing. "Welcome Home" signs and other intimate rituals of returning. But it was also a raw and bittersweet reminder that <a href="https://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2017/11/26/566576572/navy-names-three-sailors-lost-in-aircraft-crash-off-japan">three Navy sailors</a> will not be returning home. </span>Dim Sum, Bagels, and Crawfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17398185185844916216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20750927.post-79047894759492368292017-11-25T23:04:00.002-05:002017-11-25T23:04:59.443-05:00Us<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Moments after entering the little orange grove, the intense citrus scent scooped me up and I was suddenly five years old again and clinging to the top of a Louisiana satsuma tree in the side yard of our old farm house. Climbing higher and higher on the hunt for the sweetest, ripest orange until a sticky river of fea</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">r and orange juice started coursing through my body. The tree was bending under my weight and I was scared. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And in another flash, I was suddenly back in my forty-four year old body standing in the middle of a mikan grove with my kids and our dog, on an island surrounded by the Seto-Inland Sea of Japan. Isn't it strange when those moments happen? It almost seems as if time travel is possible via smell-induced triggers. </span>Dim Sum, Bagels, and Crawfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17398185185844916216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20750927.post-68164246598420144222017-11-14T08:57:00.001-05:002017-11-14T09:11:59.729-05:00Boxes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Tour groups, over-friendly deer, fiery maple leaves, grilled oysters, local ginger ale, conger eel, and stunning views around every bend: Miyajima Island. </span>Dim Sum, Bagels, and Crawfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17398185185844916216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20750927.post-44346511254710509052017-10-30T03:22:00.001-04:002017-10-30T03:22:30.902-04:00Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And suddenly our house now feels like home...Hugo made it to Japan this weekend. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He flew halfway around the world. We drove ten hours (round trip). And on a rainy night in Osaka, our little family unit felt whole again. The past two days have been a blur of sleepless nights and messy days. Doggie jet lag is very similar to toddler jet lag, but with a lot more night time barking and equal amounts of confusion and frustration. He is eagerly investigating all of the new smells and sounds and we can't stop smothering him with hugs and kisses. We will forever be grateful to the doctors, friends, and family members who helped to get him here. </span>Dim Sum, Bagels, and Crawfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17398185185844916216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20750927.post-17797547388786237692017-10-26T09:01:00.000-04:002017-10-26T09:19:04.719-04:00Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Here are the things I need to function properly: yoga, time alone, stories, daily tea, nature, authentic connection, gardening, laughter, creative pursuits, travel, and dark chocolate. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Here are the things that drive me crazy: hearing others chew their food, a jam-packed schedule, mean people, last minute changes to a well established plan, putting away clean laundry, sickness, and cold feet. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Here are the things that make me worry: polluted oceans, flying our dog across the world when a typhoon is approaching, phone calls in the middle of the night, snakes, North Korea, and scary movies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Here are the things that make me laugh: Pink Panther movies, baby antics, Fawlty Towers, dancing in the kitchen with Adam and our kids, David Sedaris, Japanese game shows, and Hugo chasing a fly. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Here is my Myers Briggs type: INFJ (and <a href="http://dailyinformator.com/17-signs-youre-an-infj-the-worlds-rarest-personality-type/">the most thorough, spot-on description</a> I have ever read about myself). </span>Dim Sum, Bagels, and Crawfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17398185185844916216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20750927.post-28272373806528032082017-10-22T10:31:00.004-04:002017-10-22T10:41:10.971-04:00Halloween in Japan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It feels surreal and it is by far one of the biggest changes I have seen since living in Japan for the first time twenty years ago. At that point, Halloween was a very exciting foreign concept for my high school students. Since there weren't any North American pumpkins, I brought in bags of oranges and they gleefully drew Jack-o-Lantern faces onto the tiny orbs. And when we lived in Okinawa fourteen years ago, there was the memorable year of the pumpkin lottery when the shipment of pumpkins that were being sent to the commissary arrived too rotten to sell. The remaining healthy pumpkins were raffled off: twenty five pumpkins for the fifty thousand Americans living on an Japanese island. That was the year I purchased three plastic jack-o-lanterns who have happily traveled the world with us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And now we are back in Japan and a bit overwhelmed to see Halloween celebrated in stores, bakeries, and even in a local sushi-go-round that is selling ghoulish bites. I have mixed feelings about it. It's fun to see the festive Japanese twist on this very American holiday, but it also makes me sad to see how much of it has seeped into daily life here. That hasn't stopped me from stocking up on gobs of candy because one thing that always happens when we live overseas is that our host-nation neighbors are invited to trick-or-treat on the base and that always results in a very busy night of celebrating. It's strange to be living this mixed-up expat life, but I guess that cauldrons filled with bizarre concoctions is all part of the Halloween experience, too. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Exhilarating, terrifying, and happening at just the right moment in time. </span>Dim Sum, Bagels, and Crawfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17398185185844916216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20750927.post-81085955704948708932017-09-27T07:20:00.000-04:002017-09-27T07:55:09.756-04:00Fluttering and Swirling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have been walking around with a little bundle of words squirming in my head. The words come from a line in Joyce Carol Oate's novel, "The Gravedigger's Daughter". A few words about the mesmerizing aspect of learning to read and snatching bits and pieces of words as they fly overhead. It was a lovely sentence and my first impulse was underline it, and although I do admit to dog-earing library books, I do not write in library books. That was quickly followed up with the impulse to copy it down in the little journal I usually keep on my nightstand, but that book is still in transit. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So many words seem to be fluttering and swirling in my head these days. A weird hodge-podge of Japanese, English, and random Italian words that sneak in when I am at a loss to find the right phrase. I remember how tired I was the first time I lived in Japan. Crashing onto my futon each night after long days immersed in working and living in a little town surrounded by rice fields and mountains in Fukuoka prefecture. Our current situation is not nearly as immersive, but it is still exhausting and I sincerely wish I had the power to capture phrases midstream so they would be permanently seared in my memory instead of flying away into the sunset. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We are in the midst of celebrating the Jewish High Holidays in Japan and to be honest it was actually a piece of our move that I have been dreading. We knew before arriving here that we would be plunging back into the life of a Jewish family living overseas and with that would come the work of finding/building community, the notes to teachers explaining absences, the food adaptations, and the repeated conversations explaining Judaism to Japanese and American friends who have never really known a Jewish family before. And that is exactly what has been happening. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It's not new territory for us, but the hardest part of it is the loneliness and with this move I knew it would feel even more pronounced since we were leaving behind <a href="http://www.templeemanuelmd.org/">a beloved congregation </a>in a part of the country where Jewish holidays are school holidays and where challah is available at just about every bakery. </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">As the first Jewish lay leaders on this military base, we started to spread the word that we were planning to have services for Rosh Hashanah but we had no idea if anyone would actually show up. In those anxious moments of waiting to see if we would be the only ones celebrating Rosh Hashanah, I couldn't stop myself from feeling sad. Sad that we were alone on this holiday. Sad that we didn't have real challah. Sad that my kids were sitting in this empty, beige chapel classroom instead of eating Nana's kugel and laughing with cousins. Sad and homesick.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And then the door opened and suddenly we weren't alone. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Other Jews joined us. We lit the candles, we sang, we prayed, and shared pieces of a sticky Japanese maple pastry. We are not a big group, but there is more than just our little family and that feels good. Yesterday morning we gathered to discuss the Torah portion which meandered into a lively conversation about our diverse roots, Jewish humor, and sacrifice. My favorite moment of every Rosh Hashanah is the <a href="http://www.myjewishlearning.com/article/tashlikh/">Tashlich service</a> and last night's was one of the most beautiful ones I have ever experienced. We tossed bread (symbolic of casting away our sins) into the Nishiki River in the shadow of the famous <a href="https://www.japantimes.co.jp/life/2014/08/30/travel/kintaikyo-bridge-reincarnated-troubled-waters/#.WcZFbch942w">Kintaikyo Bridge</a>. Herons and egrets hunted along the edge of the water while the pink sun set over the mountains and the illuminated the castle high up on the ridge above us. Hope pulsed through my veins as I held the hand of a tiny two year old who giggled as she tossed rocks and bread crusts into the chilly water. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The days that I had been dreading had been transformed into a true celebration of faith and community. And that's what I love about this time of year when we enter a liminal state between old year and new year. Regrets and hopes are entwined. Joy and loss are braided together. We turn inward while still reaching outward. And unexpected happenings occur, like the gathering of Jews on a small Marine base in western Japan. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We are getting back into the habit of removing our shoes when we enter Japanese homes, but in light of the High Holidays it feels even a bit more symbolic and weighty right now. During these days between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, we are consciously taking time to "shake off our shoes,to give thanks, to forgive, to be forgiven, and to break ground". I wish I could take credit for those lovely words, but they come directly from <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLpBPiGt248">a song</a> that I heard today for the first time. A song by <a href="http://www.sarawatkins.com/music/">Sarah Watkins</a> that feels like the perfect song for the Jewish High Holidays. Not a religious song, but definitely a spiritual one. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">by Sarah Watkins</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Sun is up, wake your sleepy soul</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Sun is up, hold on to what is yours</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Shake off your shoes,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Leave yesterday behind you</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">But forget not where youve been</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Shake off your shoes,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Forgive and be forgiven</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Give thanks, for all that youve been given</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Give thanks, for who you can become</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Give thanks, for each moment and every crumb</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Swollen joints, achy muscles, a bad reaction to meds, and cabin fever have had me feeling grumpy, frustrated, and anxious. I don't like this disconnect from my body and not knowing if I will be able to do something that was easy for me to do just a few days earlier. I don't like the uncertainty of what is happening and when it will stop. I don't like feeling ill. I don't like a lot of things about this current situation, but I have a good acupuncturist, an interesting assortment of Japanese probiotics, and a daily gentle yoga routine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The silver lining surrounding this dramatic slow-down is that I have had to be very thoughtful about my daily activities. I haven't been able to do what I normally do when we arrive at a new duty station which is to sign up for an overload of volunteer duties, go on tons of cultural outings, and actively attend every possible social function in an attempt to find new friends. And I think I might actually be letting go of some of the guilt or self-judgement that was an active motivator in the past for pushing myself beyond healthy limits. That's a big shift for me. Is it an age thing? or just being too tired to care? or a sign of some seismic self-care growth spurt? I don't know and I don't really have the energy right now to analyze it too much, but I do know that I adore the reliability of Japanese vending machines and the joy of finding quirky little spots to rest while enjoying a can of Royal Milk Tea. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> On our way home from a fabulous weekend in Matsue, we stopped at <a href="http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e5804.html">Izumo-Taisha Shrine</a>, the oldest Shinto shrine in Japan. In addition to its age, the shrine is famous for being a spot where all of the gods gather each October and it is home to Okuninushi no Okami, the central deity in Japan's creation myth. He's also known as the god of relationships and when believers approach Izumo-Taisha they clap four times instead of the usual two time. Twice for themselves and twice for their partner (or desired partner). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Couples come to Izumo-Taisha seeking special blessings for their relationships. Some place special requests onto little wooden placards or little slips of paper which are hung/tied near the shrine. </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Another way to get a blessing is by having a priest sign and place a special seal inside your temple/shrine book (shuin-cho or goshuin-cho). It felt right to get a shuin-cho from this important shrine which also happened to be the first one we have visited since our return to Japan. We searched for the small building (they are usually on the side of the main shrine or temple) and near the stand that sells the wooden placards and religious charms.</span><br />
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