There's nothing like death to make one appreciate life. And, maybe it's all just as simple as that. As life throws difficult challenges at us, we need only consider the alternative.
So, why not celebrate those came and went before us, remembering their lives? And, here I am doing just that at the Obon Festival in Bryant Park. Obon is an annual Japanese Buddhist tradition that takes on the character of the locale. Here in NYC it takes place on the second Sunday in July and just like the City, anything and everything goes. What a wonderful crazy quilt experience!
Obon season is kicked off by two weeks of "practice." Again, a mishmash of the City -- the old and young, the very experienced and the novices, and a lot of in-betweens. Without practice, the Obon would be over in a flash.
So, why not celebrate those came and went before us, remembering their lives? And, here I am doing just that at the Obon Festival in Bryant Park. Obon is an annual Japanese Buddhist tradition that takes on the character of the locale. Here in NYC it takes place on the second Sunday in July and just like the City, anything and everything goes. What a wonderful crazy quilt experience!
Obon season is kicked off by two weeks of "practice." Again, a mishmash of the City -- the old and young, the very experienced and the novices, and a lot of in-betweens. Without practice, the Obon would be over in a flash. 
Here's a photo by Keiko's mom (see Stacey, Keiko and me).
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