A Lovely Day

And it is about the present day.
This the tonight (27 sep.) full moon here in japan, shot from my garden ...

(best viewed in the dark room)

And today l showed how to make a real focaccia to a girl at the buddhist temple near my place that l go to work sometime when they need ... l made 6 oven plates! 4 thick ones, good for sandwiches-like or as a bread accompanied with salads ... and 2 thin ones filled with black olives.
The thick ones had also the rosmary inside ... just a simple snack-lunch italian style!

Then of course the classic mozzarella cheese 'n' tomato dish with oregano, salt 'n' olive oil but don't make the same mistake as i did, it is not a big mistake ... it is not even a mistake,
just forgetting a thing: the basil leaf.
l forgot to buy it, l was sure they had it in the garden ... so, never mind and it was good anyway.

The world famous and unforgettable focaccia farcitaaaaaaaaaaa
(please help: how to say it in english?)

And this girl had a boy of 1 years and 2 months old and when she put him on her heart just like here in the picture ... l love this picture, l'm proud of it!
It was the story Osho told about Tenko's drum, that l posted here in "My Love Affair", that inspired me to take this shot ... lllloooooooooooooovely!

And Japanese children are really beautiful. What happens to them afterwards is a tragedy. The Japanese children are so beautiful. I don't think anywhere else such beautiful children are born -- just like Japanese dolls. But something goes wrong. When they grow up, then all that beauty simply disappears. Then they look like rats, but very dangerous rats. I have always wondered what happens -- such beautiful children suddenly disappear.
I love Japan because of those children. And I love Japan because of the second birth, when a man again becomes a child -- those are the Zen masters.

OSHO - extract from "l Celebrate Myself: God ls No Where, Life Is Now Here"
chapter 4 question 2


Now it is my turn to put my head on ... the mattress!