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After the hip rafter class in Okayama, I returned home.
I was due back a few days later for a workshop on doors at Somakosha's shop in Okayama.
Late one night, as I walked across a moonlit field separating the shoreline and my home, I called Jon to catch up. Realizing my impending homesickness, he suggested I stay another week to enjoy the people in my life—new and old—and the summer waves in Honolulu. In Zen, monks used to push hard on 100 day campaigns, Michael told me. I was tired from building straight through since last fall, and having spent almost 5 months of the last year in Japan studying with different masters, and at Chozen-ji.
Home in July is one of the best places on earth, and I was grateful for the rest.
Returning to Okayama two weeks later, and high off my last visit’s success, I tried to fit the door making workshop’s 12 day curriculum in 4 days.
