george

george                                                  First feet-tending session has been performed, almost concluding an extended break at  Temple 5. It seems that I should think that this is where we met Fujii-san but its so different with new buildings I almost can’t be sure. Still a beautiful big tree though and a comfortable late afternoon vibe. Which is perhaps what encourages so many after ‘religious practice’ cigarettes – I’m glad I started so that I could stop but I guess it’d be a lot to ask a truly habitual smoker along with everything else that can be promised during this time. Tissue cold turkey has been un-noticed  so far so I guess that’s good. Generally feeling fine – enjoying the samurai shoulders of my henro jacket and have had great company since just before Temple 4 in the form of Jyoji, or George…I wish I could remember the Japanese word for ‘dandy’ that Ko taught me – perhaps its Shibui – cos this guy is definitely it. His walking has something to do with two previous car accidents, though this time its just a preparatory 1-10. A really nice man and I like him even more cos he said my eyes were green (unprompted)…That was after Temple 4, which I wanted to bitch about once again at the time but got happily distracted by the fruit seller with a hat endearingly similar to mine, though to the power of 10. Gonna try and get to number 6 and spend the night in the gate – perhaps with plenty of Basho breaks along the way…