Centipedes and Cats

So, it was a rainy day, and the cat was bored and whining and following me all over. And so, when I felt something touch my leg, i was sure it was her rubbing up against me.


And then I looked down. And there was no cat there. And now i felt it more distinctly, something touching my shin……..


Instantly, almost reflex, i pulled up my pants leg….IMG_0438.jpgWhooooaaaaahhh!!! It was crawling up my leg, just coming over my sock and touching bare skin at my shin. A spastic motion with my hand and  i had brushed it off, and the moment i saw it was off of me, sprang out of my chair and did a squiggly, squirmy dance. In fact, i could not stop whigging for a few seconds, or half-yelling.


After dancing around, i got the pliers from the drawer, a tool of preference, and all the whole corralling it away from places it might escape, slip through a crack or under furniture, i grabbed it with the pliers. Notice the funny way i am holding those pliers, so my hands are way at the end. One false move…….this baby’s LONG!!! Had to make sure i grabbed him right in the middle, too.


My cat failed. She was supposed to find this before it found my leg. She has found a few earlier this season. Rain always brings them up from outside into the house. They are looking for high and dry ground, and they often fall from the beams, that is how high they get.


This is the second time this has happened to me, in fact. The first one was pre-cat, but it crawled up my leg just like this one. Ew. Gotta keep an eye out….


This one did not make it very high, though. He was a fatty. When i catch these guys, they get flushed down the toilet. So, that is where this guy went.





Maybe next time, she’ll find it first.







long time, no blog

well, no better time than the now

I have a good tiedyer friend who passed on into the blue yonder just a while back, and have had the good fortune of having had a certain amount of his remains entrusted to me for enshrinement here in Japan, on the mountain out back. And this morning we took him up the mountain, my boys and i.

I told them about Michel on the way up, how he touched a lot of people through his posts on FB and through his tie dye even though he had never met so many of them in the flesh. I thought of his almost daily posts, mandalas, poems, rants, witty comments and observations, entreatments for a sale so he could buy Mt Dew and other necessities of life. He was a big part of my life, like a brother, and his sudden departure echoed across months, even now.

So we went up the mountain to a shrine almost at the top. There is a large outcropping of bedrock along the front face of the mountain, and one large boulder has broken loose and split in two. Legend has it that a certain earthquake split the rock over a hundred years back. Now, the space created under the two pieces is revered as a Shinto shrine, with deities and offerings. This was the first place that i had planned to enshrine my friend.

So i reached down and found an appropriate piece of wood which i used to scoop a small amount of the remains from the bag and then set them on a rock in front of the shrine. No sooner had i set this bit down, not a second after, a temple bell tolled somewhere from below, clearly, once. The timing could not have been better.

A temple bell, and it must have been a large one, because the tone was low and carried long. I do not even know of such a bell in the area, and i tend to know the temples which are around. I have never once heard such a bell from my house below, and i have been here for 12 years now.

I looked up, surprised, at my boys, who were staring back at me in disbelief. My younger boy let out a nervous laugh, and remarked it was scary. The japanese people are very superstitious , especially about things surrounding death. But I was happy to hear the bell. For me, it was loud and clear, purely an affirmation. Michel was where he should be.

After this, I moved away from the shrine somewhat to a cliff area, a lookout ridge that faces south over the expansive bowl of civilization, towns and buildings. It was where i had planned to leave my friend to rest, a place with a view, a look out spot, able to take flight in his astral journey through parallel planes and lands we can only dream of. And i placed the rest of him there.

It was out on a cliff, off the beaten path, and on our way back to the shrine from there, my boy exclaimed and poimnted at my feet. Down below there were feathers strewn across the pine needles, feathers adorned with blue and white stripes. The gift, the thank you, balancing out.

I picked up the feathers and put them in the package which used to carry my friends essence , and after saying a prayer, brought them back down, back down to a different realm, our realm. When you follow a path of karma, observing as you go, the affirmations come, and the gifts follow. : )