アマミキヨ
アマミキヨ
I comfortably and unconsciously fall in and out of sleep. The hands of someone are touching my back.
Every time they touch me, they bring me to heaven. An old memory comes back during slumber.
When I live in Okinawa, I feel valuable. If I lived in Tokyo, I would think ‘there is nothing I can do here.’ I am not saying I need something special in order to live my life. I feel I am welcomed by this land and was given a role to keep on living my life.

I am not competing with anyone else and just doing what I can for myself. Then, before I know it, people come and gather when they learn what I am doing here. Time passes by just like that. I am me. I am being myself. I don’t need to try to look better. I don’t need to imitate someone. I am being just me. I can honestly say ‘it’s beautiful’ when I look at the moon. It’s like this. I guess this land has a power to let me be just me.”
Slowly climb up the gentle slope to the entrance of Sachibaru Garden. The air around is full of a green aura given off by the trees. The chirping of the Japanese white-eye falls straight from above. Look to the right and red, fluffy flowers are swaying in the shadow.I try to open the door of my heart a little wider than usual.I breath in plenty of nature’s air, and then my body that was on autopilot moments ago stretches out big to fit into the new environment.

I go through out the gate made of bamboo and the green cottage appeared as if it is protected by the big gajumaru tree. The paving stone used to the approach to the main building seems a little softer than the Ryukyu limestone often seen in Okinawa.Due to the humid, subtropical climate, green moss is growing on its surface. It is likely a stone that can only be produced here in limited areas. Oh, that is also something special here.
On the terrace while waiting for a massage, a tree nymph butterfly descends around a big flower shaken in the wind. It flies softly and gently. This butterfly, which catches the eye with a bold, black and white pattern, reminds me Japanese cut glass. Its magnificent and graceful apperance is like a princess. If the deep red flower was the sun, the monochrome butterfly close to the flower is probably the moon.

Close one’s eyes and put together the sound of tides heard from afar with the dancing of sunlight behind eyelids. Once I close my eyes, I notice sunlight are dancing on my eyelids to the sound of tides heard from afar.

“This way please.” A woman lead me to the garden room with walls of large stone engraved with the eternity of time. The roof with folded tree leaves. Although it is outdoors, there is a sense of security of being protected by something great. As soon as I close my eyes, my heart begins to open by itself.
The therapist is Maiko who just moved to Okinawa from mainland about six months ago. Even though she had never travelled to Okinawa before, she decided two years ago she would live in Okinawa. After that, she came to Okinawa many times for retreats and every time she came, she strongly knew there was no mistake in her decision.

“I had stayed in California’s Shasta Mountain for a while. Yes, the mountain known even in Japan as a sacred area worldwide. I stand in the middle of nature with nothing around and in complete darkness at night with dazzling stars twinkling in the sky…At first, I thought with uncertainty whether I could live in a place like this.

When it gets dark, I just go to bed, in the winter I only do what I can in the house. A lifestyle that fits perfectly with nature. Humans are just a part of nature and I want to try living in a place just as I am. I thought that when I was in Shasta Mountain.”

She wondered where this place would be in Japan, a place where she can feel the ocean, mountain and wind. What came to her mind was Okinawa. While listening to her story, I think of the moon that can shine only when it receives sunlight.
I comfortably and unconsciously fall in and out of sleep. The hands of someone are touching my back. Every time they touch me, they bring me to heaven. An old memory comes back during slumber.

A gentle hand, a strong hand. When I was a little girl, I could feel at peace just by the touch of someone’s palm. During that time I was so, so weak that I often felt scared and my heart broke easily. If I thought I was satisfied, something was lacking. Went up one step and a new step appeared before my eyes. From a pitch-black new moon to a dazzling full moon. Like the moon moves around in the sky, my heart also still moves around something.