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One of my tasks is to keep schedule blank in order to secure a certain amount of time to concentrate on the loom.

A few years ago, when I was looking for Eco-friendly detergents and hand soaps, the products I unconsciously chose was “Made in New Zealand” and that was the beginning of my interest in the country.

We have moved forward from era of Heisei to Reiwa.

Among the series of touching ceremonies, I particularly gazed at the Emperor of Heisei wearing “Korozen-no-goho” during the Taiirei-Tojitsu-Kashikodokoro-Omae (one of the abdication ceremonies).
The colour of the traditional attire that only the Emperor can wear at an important ceremony, “Korozen”, is dyed with sumac (the cashew family) for yellow and sappan (native to the tropics) for red, mixing them together to dye refined and soft colour of reddish yellow.
Naturally, the colour varies to some degree from time to time, but I observed the “Korozen” this time was a noble colour with dignity, taking into account the background that it had been inherited for a long time.
It was the end and the beginning of the era where I could feel “Japanese tradition” and “inheriting”.

Last night’s forecast said that it might snow tomorrow, but when I woke up this morning, it had snowed more than I expected.

The other day, I went to Yamanashi Prefectural Museum of Literature to discuss the workshop which is planned in this summer. I will notify the detail when it’s ready.

After the meeting, I looked around the exhibition “The Rhythm of Handwriting” currently being held at the museum.
There you can see hand-drawn scrolls, and handwritten manuscripts and letters by Akiko YOSANO, Ryunosuke AKUTAGAWA, Dakotsu IIDA, Seiko NAKAMURA, Seifu TSUDA, Taijun TAKEDA, and etc.
In this era where electronic characters are the mainstream, I am moved by the energy (rhythm) of the writing while imagining through the handwriting the way people were like and lived.

At the end of last month, my mother-in-law (hereinafter mother) passed away and her husband, father-in-law (hereinafter father), passed away just ten days later.
They were both under medical care, father at a nursing home and mother at a hospital, and I was thinking easy to take my daughter in this coming spring break to visit them, but I had no idea they would pass away so quickly. I couldn’t do anything before they died.

I love winter which partly forces me to turn inwards.