it's been a rough week in boston. someone i know employed a bridge in her suicide earlier this week, and then this morning a friend of many (though i didn't know him personally) broke his neck in a scooter accident. i'd been meaning to go to the bon festival anyway, since i think it's a beautiful way to honor my pop, my grandpa, and various friends who i've lost, but this week it was just plain necessary. if there's one of these in your area, i suggest it. beautiful and therapeutic.
they had showa students (an exchange program from japan) volunteering to paint characters on the rice paper sheaths, but they only had four options: Hope, Love, Eternal LIfe, and Peace. sad that 'peace' is such a cliche term in our time. seems to have lost its power. but looking at the other options, it seemed the most pertinent. old age, alcoholism, suicide, accidents... friends, family, familiar stranger... they didn't all *want* eternal life. so, with a persimmon and thanks for my grandpa (and a rudimentary drawing of the driveway and trees leading to their old house), a dragonfly-accompanied note to my pop (i always was my pop's daughter), and notes to anna, laura, and mr. butch, i added my lantern to the watery sky.
sarah, stacey, thanks for coming with. jp, thanks for being a great place to live.
i'll spare you all the 350 photos i took and try to limit it to just these few. no promises though...