I just like this one, in the evening, over Onomichi.
The one on the left I lit in Carol’s memory, as I burn incense in my own home every evening, thinking of her.
Too often, I suppose, I’ve mentioned mokugyo’s and han’s, objects that are struck by mallets during zen worship services. I think this might be the ancient origin of them all. It was on a massive rock near Senkoji monastery, above Onomichi. I struck the rock several times for my sangha friends, reminding them and myself to, “Wake up! Wake up! Don’t waste this precious life.”
I am most decidedly NOT a cat person. But, in honor of Onomichi’s love and determined devotion to feral cats, I post these images, taken on “Cat alley.” I saw this one cat acting as inscouscient as cats can be.
Autumn In Japan 