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Obon in Osakura

Just before I left Japan, at the end of August 2012, I was invited to a BBQ at the house of one of my best friend’s grandparents who had sadly passed away a few years earlier.

During the Obon festival, the family of people who have passed go the honour the sprits of one’s ancestors who are said to return to this world around this time every year.

As I prepare to go back to Japan in December 2012 for a week, I can’t help but remember how amazing this time was and how it cemented my link with Japan in my mind.

This is a series of photos of the home I visited and the memories created.

Osakura

Gate 7 m'a momentanément (pendant 2h en tout, mis bout à bout) sortie de ma folie obsessionnelle Akuroku-euse. Je suis une fan de CLAMP. Ce que je suis devenue, je le dois beaucoup à l'animation japonaise en général et beaucoup beaucoup à CLAMP. Elles ont mis dans ma tête des idées, des concepts qui m'ont apprit à respirer pour de vrai.

Puisqu'on en est à la minute remerciements-devant-la-foule-du-festival-de-canne, ce que je suis là maintenant tout de suite de façon très très intrinsèque, je le dois aussi à des discutions avec des personnes qui risquent probablement de ne pas se reconnaître en lisant ça, que j'ai rencontré très récemment, et à ces dites personnes qui sont devenues très rapidement presque des membres de ma famille.

Pour en revenir à CLAMP, c'est les jonctions Tôkyô Babylon/X puis Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles/XXX Holic qui m'ont incepté l'idée du Cycle des Âme, une fiction Kingdom Heart GÉANTE qui a en fait déjà commencé sans que personne (ou presque) ne soit au courant.Tallulah trois L et un H est la fille bâtarde de CLAMP et de Doctor Who.

peacemaking-gunslinger liked your post:Like for a Courtesan!AU starter!!! Info hereThe chime rang as Sakura was putting on his makeup, and a small girl, still in training came in with a bow.  “OSakura… Umetaro-sama has come calling for you tonight…”

“Thank you, Mayu-san…” he smiled bowing.  As the door closed, however, a bright, almost giddy smile blossomed on his features.

Umetaro Saidani, or at least that’s what he went by in public places, was a regular customer in Kibo-ya.  Everyone knew when he came in who he came to see, and he was never refused by the Tayuu. 

One could even say that the man was the Tayuu’s lover. 

There was something about the man that somehow won his heart, and so he treated every night Umetaro called for him as a gift.  He wore his best kimono, taking his time with his makeup despite his excitement, and postitioned himself in the receiving room for the other.  

It was an almost hellish wait, but as the door opened, he bowed low, sure his flush could be seen from behind his makeup.

“Okaeri nasai, danna-sama…”

Obon in Osakura

Just before I left Japan, at the end of August 2012, I was invited to a BBQ at the house of one of my best friend’s grandparents who had sadly passed away a few years earlier.

During the Obon festival, the family of people who have passed go the honour the sprits of one’s ancestors who are said to return to this world around this time every year.

As I prepare to go back to Japan in December 2012 for a week, I can’t help but remember how amazing this time was and how it cemented my link with Japan in my mind.

This is a series of photos of the home I visited and the memories created.