A friend of ours owns some land deep in the mountains of Miyazaki. It’s a couple of kilometers from the nearest house and the only sounds heard are those of nature. It is a wild place, where deer, boars and monkeys roam free. It is also a place of serene beauty, where the rivers, mountains, and forests channel their energy to all who visit.
Yesterday we spent a couple leisurely hours harvesting rice and then a couple more hours tying it into bunches and hanging it to dry on wooden racks. In between we had a meal of chestnut rice, miso soup, and sauteed veggies. Everything had been grown right there and cooked over a simple wood-fire.
And then it was time to go – we exchanged a few gifts, said arigatou and sayonara and made our way home, feeling completely refreshed and alive.