On ya bike...

The first ride took me out of Chichibu to the other side of the next town - a place called Yokoze. I turned around when the mountains started to get serious. Save that ride for another day.
Here is a farmer just beginning his rice harvest. he had this nifty little powered harvester which not only cut the stalks, but bundled and tied the rice into sheafs as well - you can see these lying on the ground next to his path.

After the field is harvested, the sheafs (sheaves?) are hung up to dry. Yokoze is a bit more rural feeling than Chichibu. Lovely to ride through - the bike gives me the freedom to explore down side roads, and venture further, without eating into my practice time.

Buko-san is the mountain behind Chichibu and Yokoze both, and I cant help but be reminded of the movie "Princess Mononoke" - which describes the struggle between the forest and its representative spirits, and iron-age Japan, that had begun to see it as little more than fuel for the blast furnaces. The spirits of course were a bit cross.
Buko-san is high-grade limestone, and is being peeled like an apple. Pretty tragic, really. I can hear blasting every now and then, as the mountain is slowly broken down and turned into bags of cement to build modern japan.

The reason the day was a bit iffy for me was that my practice today consisted of blowing a single note, over and over, trying to find exactly the right combination of lip tension, embouchure, breath strength and flute position to achieve the best tone colour and strongest sound. I felt a bit like I was wandering around in the dark though, and wasnt really happy with the result. I know what I'm trying to achieve - Kakizakai's sound is the benchmark, and hes given me instructions for moving in that direction... but I still dont feel like im making any progress on this front. What kept me at it, despite the frustration, was one of the books I'm reading at the moment - a translation of a piece by a famous Zen monk called Dōgen, accompanied by a commentary by a current zen roshi - was at hand, and I kept picking it up when i got frustrated with blowing Ro (the lowest note on the flute). I'd read a bit, and then (in vairous different, but unmistakeable ways) the book would effectively say:
"What are you doing reading this? Reading about zen is like reading a prescription and hoping to get better. Just PRACTICE!!"

3 Comments:
Konichiwa #1 Son,
Thankyou for your blog/photgraphs etc. It is great to hear of your adventures. Perhaps next time you could include a photograph of yourself astride the 'love bike' in full samurai regalia (double swords tucked neatly into your kimono)? Or perhaps leaping backwards up into a cherry tree... sayonara
ahh .. the Vietnamese peel their mountains as well ~ but they shesf up ther rice by hand ...
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splodge here ....
You keep on keeping on, Mr. Ben! I bet your low notes will be as strong, colourful and embouchured as chilli-coated lemon candy. Or float like wind across the top of a bamboo in the softest part of the night. Your photos are fun! I too had one of those fold-up bikles when I were a tyke; it was electric blue.
How is your ninja, cat and spiritual experience-O-meter coming?
love! justine
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