お花見-Ohanami

With the sakura (cherry blossoms) in full bloom, I’ve come to observe what I’ve interpreted to be a sacred Japanese tradition.  When the sakura bloom, it is the Japanese tradition of hanami to go out to look at them.  And that’s it.  Sometimes people plan a picnic or the city plans a festival, but many Japanese people simply go out to look at the sakura and appreciate their beauty. 

I didn’t realize what a big deal it was until this past week.  The newspapers have detailed maps of what percentage of blossoms the sakura trees in various cities have and which areas have lights on for night-time viewings.  The tv news covers stories about “hanami gone wrong” and shows off products that resemble sakura.  Anytime you pass by an area with some cherry trees, you’re bound to see people just standing and looking at them.  My mother loves sakura so much that a couple years ago she had three of them (representing her three daughters) planted in our backyard in Oklahoma (the picture below actually is of our cherry tree, but I pasted my face onto my little sister's so the perverts won't come looking for her or something). 

My host parents went to look at sakura yesterday, and today, they went to separate locations to see more.  I believe my host dad is going again tomorrow.  How many times a year do they go to hanami, and how many years have they done it, and how many photos of sakura have they taken in all that time?  Yet they’re still going and taking pictures.  The fact that these people admire these trees and make a day out of going just to look at them shows the kind of values these people have.  Of course, Japan has its problems, but isn’t it amazing that so many people go out to appreciate trees and that they do it year after year?  I don’t know what kind of historical or cultural symbolism that sakura hold, but I’m deeply touched by the Japanese people’s general reverence of them.  感動しています。

I myself accidentally hanami-ed this past weekend when I happened upon a sakura festival while hanging out in Kobe.  There weren’t very many trees there, but they were beautiful nonetheless, and the general festival atmosphere was pretty fun.  I’m really glad that I was able to experience that, but after having heard today of other people’s hanami experiences from over the weekend, I really want to go again and appreciate it even more.

A Weird Thing

A weird thing:  When I told my aunt about my getting sick the day of the trip to Tokyo, she, like my host mom, suggested that it was probably because I was too excited.  I thought that reason was insane, but the more I think about it, the more I’m getting convinced that it might not be completely crazy.  I recall that when I originally chose not to enter Soka for college, my mom was extremely stressed and got an awful rash on her arms that didn’t go away until I agreed to go to Soka, as if her body were reacting to the condition of her mind.  Maybe that’s what happened to me.

I’ve read that Japanese philosophy traditionally expounds the inseparability of body and mind, whereas Western philosophy more often tries to separate the mind from the body.  My American rationalization thinks, “Why would I be in pain because I’m excited?  That makes no sense,” but perhaps the Japanese are more aware of the intimate workings of the human mind and body than I am. 

バレンタインデーとワイトデー

On February 14, the women of Japan celebrate Barentain dee.  Based on the Western Valentine’s Day, barentain dee has the uniquely Japanese tradition of only women giving gifts to men (at least in the heterosexual context; I don’t know if and how Japanese homosexuals participate). 

The most popularized gift to give is handmade chocolate, and it’s kind of a big deal.  There’s the honmeichoko, which you give to the person you like.  There’s the girichoko, translated as “obligation chocolate,” which is like the Valentine’s Day cards you had to give to everyone in your elementary school class.  Girichoko is typically given out to classmates and co-workers, and it is a very popular joke theme for barentain dee episodes of dramas, especially those set in the office.  And recently, there have been two new types of choco: the tomo(dachi)choko or “friend chocolate” and, my personal favorite, the ji(bun)choko or “chocolate for oneself.”  I guess every day is barentain dee for me.

On and around barentain dee, I got to try out all types of choco.  First was a test-piece of honmeichoko, which my friend made for her boyfriend. 

Next was the girichoko that my sensei (teacher) handed out to the class.  Pudding flavor, wootwoot.

Then I spend balentain dee at my host parents’ son’s house, and I got to try the grandchildrens’ tomochoko.  The granddaughter unexpectedly received a lot of tomochoko, so she stressfully spent the afternoon making tomochoko to give in return to everyone the next day.  The grandson received some fancy crocodile-themed “tomochoko” (I think the girl who gave it to him might have been crushin’ on him a little). 

I thought that was to be the extent of my barentain dee experience until I got a surprise tomo-candy that my friend Kimmie* brought with her from America.

And now it’s White Day, part of the Japanese twist on Valentine’s.  On March 14, a month after barentain dee, the men must return the favor to the women who gave them chocolates.  As far as I understand, on White Day, men can’t just give women chocolates or something and be done with it:  They must make an extravagant date of it, complete with romantic meals, lots of sweet pastries, and probably a 6-foot-tall stuffed animal of some sort. 

One of my friends has planned a day out to the onsen (hot springs) with his girlfriend.  Now what will I plan for my Kimmie?? . . .

*Name changed at the person’s request in order to protect her identity

お化け (obake) Ghosts

I watched a short television program with my host mom last week about ghosts in Japanese culture. According to this program, in the Western tradition, there is a distinct divide between the spirit world and the living world, and entities of one world cross into the other, whereas in the Japanese tradition, there is no clear divide, and the entities of the two worlds coexist.

I was walking up the Stairs of Doom II to my room, and when I reached the top of the stair case, the stair light went on “by itself.” There’s a light switch both at the top of the stairs and the bottom, and I wasn’t near the top one at all. When the light went on, I spun around immediately and saw no one. There is mosdef an obake in my side of the house.

Obake in the Staircase (Artists’s rendition)