朝七時 五畳にて 三人の女 GARARI! is the sound of opening a sliding door…an outdated one. Garari! I opened a glass sliding door, into the...
Life Wisdom
Work of Yoshiko Munehiro
前略 いかがお過ごしでしょうか。 早いもので母・佳子が旅立ってから5年が経とうとしています。...
Bear Attack and the Culture of Yohaku
A message came from a friend in the UK:“Bear attacks are on NHK World!”Even here in Ashigara, where Kintaro riding a bear is our...
The Job She Hated the Most…?
As I now write this story, I see and interpret the process of pricing as “claiming self-value.” How many of us are good at it?
Life Is Made of Constant Choice-Makings.
She was 27 when she broke up with her fiancé.
I’d Be Content to Die Tomorrow.
Yoshiko Munehiro, Weaver Yoshiko Munehiro grew up in a home where she was constantly surrounded by her father’s apprentices at work. Her father, Rikizo Munehiro, was a designated holder of an Intangible Cultural Property (also known as a Living National Treasure) for...
Blessed by Nature
Sometimes, a single book can change the course of a life. For Taketsune Kubota, that book was E Kasuri—one of the first holistic study of a distinctive style of ikat textile that features more pictorial, expressive motifs than its geometric counterparts. At the time,...
What Leads to Bettering Work
Tapping Into Your Resourcefulness I hear about “being resourceful” all the time, but honestly, I never knew what that meant for me until I was really pushed. It was when I decided to venture into this Wisdom Toolkit project. I decided to spend all that I had in my...
Use Good Tools, My Mother Said.
Where to Place Money and Heart “Use good tools,” she said, in a frustrated manner. It was a pair of scissors, with one handle missing. I’d been using it ever since I was in elementary school. My family went on a trip to see our uncle and aunt for a summer holiday in...
Offering Light to Others
The mingei movement pioneered a new frontier of perspective on beauty. By doing so, it offered hope for those who have not been seen in the light before.
How to Break The Pattern No Longer Serving You
From that practice, though, something was starting to manifest. He realised what he had learnt in his high school time was the pattern to win a high school tournament. He perfectly fitted himself into the mould. But at the university and for the world-level competition, he had to break out of it. And he had to do it by himself.
You see? You see?
“No,” I said. No point in faking. He knows.
He started walking, through the corridor, into the kitchen, then to the hearth room. Then he asked, “You see?” I didn’t understand what I was supposed to “see.” So I remained silent.