‘A stick of lit incense in Kyoto cabins, bells rang afar. People in wooden clogs looking at bolts of cloth in stores, sheets slide off your fingertips, smooth and glacial. Be clothed, and start brewing. Let go of your burdens. Tea drinking is a ceremony. Life is a ceremony. Rest your knees on tatami and take a moment of clarity, ceremonial rituals make moments in our temporal being. Breathe. Smell the woods. Be overflown by peace. Pace yourself slowly, and you’ll hear the distant sounds.’ – One Day
