Composed With 5 Type Of Cabinets, a Beautiful Set Of Asian Ink Paintings In Black & Red With a Lot Of Swatches & Motives, a Huge Mirrored Panel With Furniture In Asian Designs Of Course, & Mukaebis !! 5 Type Of Lamps in Mukaebi Designs With Different Japanese Words Meanings. One Attached To The Ceiling Where You Can Place The Other 3 Different Lenght Types !! & a Floor One With 3 Leaves Type Designs. Also Included a Mirror Size High.
Mukaebies True Meaning Reffer To a Welcoming Fire For Returning Spirits (On The First Night Of The Bon Festival) One Of The Most Beautiful Festivals Celebrated In Japan.
Some parts of Japan start obon a month earlier than others, keeping in line with the lunar solar calendar adopted in the Meiji era, rather than the solar lunar calendar. My part of the country is one of them, and it’s a rainy day today (rainy season has extended itself this year). But it eased up a bit and the mostly older generation with their grandkids light small fires (迎え火, mukaebi) on the pavement outside their houses or businesses to welcome ancestors home.
Candles will be set on the river in four days or so to wish ancestors safe journeys back to the afterlife, but I don’t know if that will happen this year with the shut down of festivals due to covid 19. The Tanabata festival was cancelled this year.
Anyway, I wrote about it in an op fic, and I still love the images it evokes as much as I love seeing those flames flicker in kitchen pots and pans and sometimes the correct utensil for the job; folks squatting over them, guarding and stoking them, guiding loved ones into their urban homes.
Law and Marco also have a lot of ancestors to welcome of course. When it’s time to farewell them I hope I remember to post that section too. I’ve posted an excerpt from a fic below, and I’ll post a link to the chapter, because it’s safe, but it’s from a dark work, so if you decide to proceed with it, make sure you read all warnings and tags. The following is fine, but the fic is rated E.
Marco and Law squatted outside their house. The air thick, the sky blue, as usual. Both wore flip-flops and cotton to beat the humidity. A towel hung around the Phoenix's neck. He lifted its edges and wiped sweat from his brow.
Torn up papers, sticks of incense, a few twigs, bits of wood, a pine cone or two, all rested in an old frying pan they used once a year. They lit the bundle inside it to guide their ancestors home. There were traditional bowls for this purpose, but they'd never got around to buying one, and using the old, beaten up pan had become part of their ritual. Many fires were lit directly onto the earth below.
There were no nearby neighbours, having bought the house for its space and view, but in the town below, outside the beach shack, and all around the island, in the small houses that surrounded Law's surgery, and in the coastal fishing huts, inhabitants were likewise lighting small evening fires, or switching on electrical lanterns to mark the way home for their loved ones.
Law leaned over to the charcoal-fired, portable grill resting on the asphalt, and turned two skewered fish; Aji marinated with soy and sesame. He pulled two beers from the icebox, stood and passed one to Marco.
He took it with thanks, and ran a fan back and forth across the smouldering pile, trying to get it to flare up. Law sat on their stoop, and popped his beer. Mercury, dog number three, moseyed over, and Law nuzzled her, then pulled two pieces of jerky for her from his pocket.
Once the wee beacon was ablaze, Marco joined him, having plated the fish, and thrown a few thick-sliced erengi mushrooms onto the grill. Law stretched to the ice box again for lemon, which he put on the side of the plate.
The dog devoured her jerky in a couple of bites, and stared at the men intently, her tail moving slowly, matching her instincts, ready to pounce if one of them dropped a scrap of meat. Once she realised that neither was going to be clumsy or feed her, she stretched out, nearest Law, head on paws.
Lamie's favourite soft drink and Whitebeard's favourite sake sat by the altar, as did small samples of all the drinks and food favoured by the others.
Law didn't always know or remember, so he took a guess based on the scant knowledge he had. Tea for his father, and he liked to think his mother had a spot of Kureha in her, so he'd put out a thimbleful of whiskey.
All prepared, the two pirate lovers waited for their rough and tumble makeshift family to once more cross their threshold. Ace had a few people to visit, but Marco knew some time would be spent with Law and himself, or more precisely, with him. Sabo and Garp were visiting Luffy, so Freckles wouldn't have to cover too much distance to catch up with everyone else once he left their own tea-towel strewn abode. If Luffy had eaten all the offerings, Ace might be back sooner than expected.
Cora, too, needed to visit Sengoku, but Law's small nuclear family stayed for the whole four days. He felt that Cora probably spent more time with him than the ex-admiral, but who really knew? Young Law had only known Rocinante (and never to address him by his true name) for such a short period of time, and had been without him for so long. Sengoku had raised him, and Law couldn't begrudge him that.
Of course the Heart and Whitebeard two didn't see them, they weren't even sure if they could feel them. Whatever breeze might blow caught the furin bells, but the days were usually still. The spirits also languorous in the heat.
Law and Marco remembered them though, and all they had done for them, and all the two living men had been unable to do for them. They hoped their decisions made them proud, for, in so many ways, Marco and Law had their lives, because their loved ones had given up theirs, had them taken away from them.
This is a link to the last chapter of that fic which features this section, but it is a very dark fic (though ends with hope). So if you decide to read the whole, please heed the tags and warnings. That chapter is safe.
Good evning 🌙😃❗8/13(sun)30ºC * お盆迎え火 忘れるところでした！ やはり今年も風が吹きました🎶😉 I was about to forget the Mukaebi of Obon. The wind blew again this year. * Bon Festival is a Buddhist event occurring from July 13 to 16, or from August 13 to 16, depending on the region,to hold a memorial service to the spirits of ancestors． Because the spirits of the dead are said to return at this time, fires(mukae-bi) are lit at the entrances to homes so the spirits do not lose their way, and, in addition to lanterns being lit inside homes, the Buddist Family alters are tidied up and vegetables and fruits are set out as offerings． * #snap #日本#japan #名古屋#nagoya #お盆#bon #迎え火#mukaebi #8月#augst #Huawei #leica#simフリー #デュアルレンズ#ΟΟ #view_japan_nagoya_mitu
