Before the rain I visited a shrine of sorts – the old high school. The building has been updated and expanded several times and is almost unrecognizable. A few familiar places remain though – like the second bus entrance and the art wing.
But – oh! my first friends! – their spirit is so alive here! We spent so much time milling around – waiting for buses. A flicker of birdsong reminds me of Elise with the jet black hair – who mimicked seagulls as part of her voice lessons. Ethan paced and ranted, gesturing wildly – while Heather provoked him, grinning. And poor Keith – the future counselor – kept the peace somehow.
I peeked from window to window until I discovered my old art class. I sat there once– painting skies with wispy clouds and swirling leaves. I was probably thinking about a bootlegged Grateful Dead cassette – so warbly and full of background noise it was barely understandable! But no matter – it was a “gift” from the cute guy who copied my geometry homework.
A row of wooden artists’ models stretched across the windowsill – their arms waving wildly.
Linked to Carpe Diem #723: Buying a Cookie.
Here was our inspiration:
I visited the Atsuna Shrine. The buildings were in ruins, the earthen walls had crumbled and were hidden in a field of weeds. Sacred straw ropes had been put to mark the site of the lesser shrine and rocks piled up to show the shrine itself. Ferns and mosses, growing as they will, only made the place more sacred and captured one’s heart.
buying a cookie
even the ferns are withered
at a rest stop
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
And here is our host Chèvrefeuille’s haiku:
tired of spinning
the cat takes time for itself
and washes his face