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Monday, August 17, 2009

My Magic 8 Ball.....Japan!

And we're off!......almost.....
Moving to Japan this week!
For real!
Much anticipation!
Very excited!
Long time coming! Long time spent waiting for this day!

I see things in pictures like this, in the rice fields of Japan;
This is art created by carefully placed rice plants:



"Stunning crop art has sprung up across rice fields in Japan . But this is no alien creation - the designs have been cleverly planted. Farmers creating the huge displays use no ink or dye. Instead, different colours of rice plants have been precisely and strategically arranged and grown in the paddy fields.

As summer progresses and the plants shoot up, the detailed artwork begins to emerge."
~RICHARD STEVENS

What will this strange and wonderful place hold for me? For my family? Who will I love to meet? Where will I spend most of my time? What will our home look like? Feel like? How will I deal with being home sick? How will my daughter adapt and grow? Will I have more children there? Is there a local market where I can buy fresh produce that tastes unlike American produce? How much culture can I soak up in 2+ years? Will I never want to leave? Will I find eternal peace and nirvana? Will I have allergies? Will I travel to see the great Buddhist statues? Do they tolerate Americans, hate or love us? Will my husband like it? Will I teach Yoga there? Do Japanese people like Yoga? Who cares!

I intend to find all this out. But I really see it as moving to any other place. If we were stationed in Oklahoma I would make the best of it and spread my love for humanity across the states. Here I will spread my love for humanity across the hemispheres. Study a new history to me. Bow to people in gratitude. Study a new language. And I will still be under the same moon as all of my loved ones and friends, so we will still be with you.

Many blogs to come...as we go on our first adventure.

I have to say a brief and deeply heartfelt message to the life and memory of Matt Freeman. He was a dear high school friend of my husband, Chad. He was a Captain in the Marines. He was shot and killed in Afghanistan. He was a legacy to his community and country.

I attended his funeral this past week. I have no recent memory of being this moved. I was moved by military husband's, by my husband, their work, their honor for US and their United States. I could not stop crying and have still not stopped.

I had just begun to communicate with Matt's wife who is stationed in Okinawa, where we are to go. I send many, many thoughts of love to his family and wife left behind. God bless.



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