Every year Obon comes around. Obon is the Buddhist festival honoring one's ancestors. It involves dancing and lanterns and kids in kimono. At least, that's somewhat of an outsider's interpretation. I am glossing over the more spiritual aspects. The lanterns, the colorful kimono and the setting of a warm summer evening always make the festival a beautiful one to be part of.
Every year, the church holds dance practices the week before Obon. Every year I say I am going to attend the practices, but fail to. Next year, for sure, I really am going to participate. This year, I did as I usually do...take pictures, eat a snow cone. (Snow cones are also part of Obon, but I don’t have a picture of that.)
Every year, the church holds dance practices the week before Obon. Every year I say I am going to attend the practices, but fail to. Next year, for sure, I really am going to participate. This year, I did as I usually do...take pictures, eat a snow cone. (Snow cones are also part of Obon, but I don’t have a picture of that.)
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