Harikuyo

Harikuyo is a memorial service held in shrines and temples in Japan for the broken sewing needles of the past year.

I think that might be one of the most intriguing traditions I’ve ever heard, and since the day I first read about it I’ve been fascinated. So that’s what this blog will be….a memorial of broken sewing needles, ideas that have not yet come to fruition, plans that have been torn down, questions in process and thoughts that need to be written down in order to start to figure them out.
Oct 16
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In a house packed full of family, guess what time Gray decided to wake up today? First, at 2am, when he let out a bloodcurdling ‘MAMAAAAAAAAAAA’ that must have woken the entire town. We got him back to sleep in our bed, which was a big mistake. There’s just not enough room for an active sleeping toddler and his parents when everyone is used to having more space. That arrangement lasted for about two hours, and then he was UP. So in an effort not to wake the entire house, we’re out on a pre-sunrise walk. And because I didn’t have time to dig out Gray’s jacket for this unexpected crisp fall morning walk, he’s wearing his cousin’s pink coat. Lots of firsts on this trip for the little man. This morning it’s crossdressing, this afternoon it will be his first trainride and foray into the city that never sleeps. How fitting.

In a house packed full of family, guess what time Gray decided to wake up today? First, at 2am, when he let out a bloodcurdling ‘MAMAAAAAAAAAAA’ that must have woken the entire town.

We got him back to sleep in our bed, which was a big mistake. There’s just not enough room for an active sleeping toddler and his parents when everyone is used to having more space.

That arrangement lasted for about two hours, and then he was UP.

So in an effort not to wake the entire house, we’re out on a pre-sunrise walk. And because I didn’t have time to dig out Gray’s jacket for this unexpected crisp fall morning walk, he’s wearing his cousin’s pink coat.

Lots of firsts on this trip for the little man. This morning it’s crossdressing, this afternoon it will be his first trainride and foray into the city that never sleeps.

How fitting.