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I went there to put my boys on a plane that would fly to the states. They’re spending the summer with grandparents, aunts, uncles & cousins.
After I put my boys on the plane, I was alone.
I had a day until my flight back to Okinawa, so I wandered the streets of Tokyo, stopping at the Tokyo National Art Center where I toured the Renoir collection.
As I looked at the Renoirs, particularly the nudes, I was struck by the beauty of the females he depicted.
These women look nothing like what you’d find in most modern magazines or ads. They are soft, feminine, yet far from being weak, these women evoke strength & beauty.
Going through the exhibit, it was odd standing there among these petite–in an almost bird-like way–Japanese...
(Can’t believe it’s been nearly a year since this post!)
There are many things that living in Okinawa has taught me, but the one I want to focus on in the next couple of posts is…food!
One of the first things you notice when you come to this island & interact with the locals is that they are typically petite. Very petite. As in really small.
What I mean is–they are the skinniest, tiniest people I have ever seen.
A blend of cultures
You’ll find that many people here share both ethnic backgrounds. So while there are many people who clearly “look” Japanese, there are also others who look more Polynesian, South Asian or Philipino with darker skin & varying shades of brown/auburn hair (rather than black).
There is also a small Filipino population on the island, as...
Nearly 12 years into marriage, 5 kids, a B.A., & 8 years of paying a mortgage, I think I am may know the answer to that question, at least for myself.
I have thought about you dear reader for the past month & a half. I have thought about this blog, I have thought about writing.
I have thought about time spent doing the all the little life things, & mom things, wife things, friend things, & church things. I have wondered how it all is to be done.
At times I have shoved those thoughts into the back recesses of my mind, only focusing on the warmth of my two year old next to me as I read him Curious George Goes to the Zoo for the fifth time in a day.
At times I have pulled them out, one by one, polishing & shining each one to a glaring brilliance. I have thought &...