|The late afternoon light filtered through the trees.|
|Pick your poison. Wine or Sake?|
After a bit, we finally reached the shrine. But before we went in, we stopped at the temizusha (font) to ritually cleanse ourselves before entering. The more I travel, the more I realize how many cultures and religions use water to symbolically purify themselves.
|Perform ablutions but don't toss in coins.|
Built out of cypress and copper, the shrine may look like something from centuries ago, but the original shrine was established in 1920. That one burned in the fires of World War II, and the current building is merely 54 years old.
Over in one corner, numerous ema plaques hung from hooks. The shrine sells blank wooden tablets for Shinto worshippers to write their wishes and prayers on before hanging them up for spirits and gods to receive them. We noticed these at all the Shinto shrines we visited this trip.
|If my son had written one, it would say, "I wish mom would take me to the Nintendo building."|
|This kimono clad lady was practically a blur as she hurried back to |
the Hall of Sacred Music and Dance.
My boy and I eventually made our way back to the cafe where we had jettisoned the rest of the family. The gift shop next door had a great selection of tasteful but affordable Japanese souvenirs. As we made our way back to the entrance torii gate, daylight gave way to dusk. We emerged from this quiet forest oasis back into the glittering cement jungle that is Tokyo.
This post is part of Friday Daydreamin' at R We There Yet Mom?