back in the states

well, here i sit at SFO awaiting my next leg on my journey home to san diego and most importantly my wife. it’s funny that i don’t feel as poetic as i did while at Mukune. my pen seems to have dried up, my writing skills little as they were have all but, dwindled. funny how every night at Mukune, i dreamt of making sake, yet, last night as i slept in my aft-facing seat upstairs(thank god for the upgrade) my dreams were almost a state of confusion. i think my brain was trying to accept the fact that it was really over and prepare for the reality of leaving a memorable experience…

early yesterday morning i took a solemn walk throughout the neighbor looking trying to imprint as much as i could into my psychi. i was blessed with masses of sakura petals blanketing the little roadways and drainages.


i was able to silently experience little snipets of people awaking to a sunday morning. gone were the hoards of students passing by or crowding the conveni. just the silent awakening of a village on a sunday morn.



Like Mike said in his blog, we too, like the sequoia, have bloomed. But, for you future interns you will find the seqouia as not only a land mark while traipsing through the village, but, also as a beacon, beckoning yours and our return.

At the bottom of the sequoia, will be a man, eloquent in speech, humble in manner and generous in spirit. Yasutaka Daimon, thank you for the knowledge, experience and generosity. how can any of us truly thank you?

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It is a book within a book and clever, this is me essay sneaky, and inspiring
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