When I was young(er), I knew a man in New York who would take his lover (no, not me!) every springtime to Japan, to marvel at the cherry blossoming. I thought this was the most romantic thing to do on earth…Wait for the first bloom, buy a plane ticket, and cross the whole world to share the love.
this photo from national geographic’s website – courtesy of Michael Yamashita
As spring starts pointing its nose here in London, with some trees blossoming already (we joke with the children that they got it all wrong with their dates, we are still in winter and it’s 5 degres celsius today!), I inevitably think of Japan. And oh how I long for it.
So, what a delight to discover this Carnet de Traverse on Tokyo today, from the beautiful website & blog of the same name. I know it’s (again) in French, but I am sure you’ll be as inspired by the visuals as I was. So poetic, so thoughtful.
It led me to search online and learn about the zen monk Ryōkan Taigu. Here goes a story about Ryōkan:
One evening a thief visited Ryōkan’s hut at the base of the mountain only to discover there was nothing to steal. Ryōkan returned and caught him. “You have come a long way to visit me,” he told the prowler, “and you should not return empty-handed. Please take my clothes as a gift.” The thief was bewildered. He took the clothes and slunk away. Ryōkan sat naked, watching the moon. “Poor fellow,” he mused, “I wish I could have given him this beautiful moon.” And Ryōkan’s famous haiku:
Left it behind
The moon at my window
Arigato Gozaimasu carnets de traverse