I look at my brush and realize it sill has in it water from Japan.
Holly water from the island I miss more and more every day.
Japan is a mystical place. There’s something that can’t be explained with words for it must be experienced. You must feel the sweetness and candor of its language in your heart to understand and share (at least a little bit) the secrets that hides from the outside world.
Somehow, finding water from Japan in my brush has brought the spirits that guard me and that have always been with me.
Just a few drops and the whole world makes sense again.