#okuribi

[chitaka45]

京都　大文字の送り火　2024年8月16日

京都　左大文字の送り火　2024年8月16日

kyoto daimonji-okuribi 16.8.2024

[hst432]

五山送り火 大文字

[prosedumonde]

Les jeunes pousses pleines de rêves avaient grandi et, à présent bien touffues, elles portaient les fruits trop mûrs de leur violence.

Hiroki Takahashi, Okuribi

[fu-kunugi]

[okuribikasou]

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[studentofshinto]

Japanese Cemeteries: A Guide to its Traditions, Rituals and the Afterlife

Discover the rich Buddhist and Shinto culture of Japanese cemeteries, Japan's most monumental burial mounds, and Obon's dance for the dead.

Don't know if the cucumber and eggplant is a thing regional or national, or if someone was pulling the writer's leg.

Otherwise, lots of good info.

Considering their explanation of Jizō statues, I'm glad I never bought one for the garden. XD

[artemisdreaming]

Bonfire for the Spirits of the Dead (Okuribi), two-panel screen, Color painting on silk , Published  in 1916

Matsumoto Ichiyō（1893-1952）

       From  Wikipedia:  “Gozan no Okuribi (五山送り火), more commonly known as Daimonji (大文字), is a festival in Kyoto, Japan.  It is the culmination of the Obon festival on August 16, in which five giant bonfires are lit on mountains surrounding the city. It signifies the moment when the spirits of deceased family members, who are said to visit this world during O-Bon, are believed to be returning to the spirit world—thus the name Okuribi (送り火, roughly, "send-off fire")”

[chromatic-lamina]

In this post the other day I spoke about mukaebi—the small fires lit by families to welcome in ancestors at the start of obon. The part of the country where I live goes by the lunar solar calendar for this festival, rather than the solar lunar.

Today, the 16th, is when farewell fires are lit, or okuribi. They guide ancestors back to their resting place and can be lanterns set on waters, or bonfires lit on mountainsides.

Due to covid-19 this year’s festival has been cancelled so there are no colourful lanterns along the river or tezutsu fireworks (handheld fireworks), or food stalls lining the roads.

But fireworks were let off, which seemed like a really nice gesture. I hope the ancestors found their way back. As for Law and Marco? Yeah, they saw their loved ones off. 

The pics of them below are from the Log Collection, and not really anything to do with the story, except that it features Law and Marco and they look good. Looking good is also irrelevant to the story. From the epilogue of Repossession. The excerpt is a safe read, though the fic is rated E, read the tags if you continue with it on AO3.

A few days later, after watching the bon dances and buying charred sweet corn from the food stalls that lined the roads of the village, Marco and Law, along with the many others, placed candles in paper lanterns, lit them and left them to float on the waters of one of the island's canals, farewelling and guiding ancestors until their return the next year.

Standing hand in hand, slapping away mosquitoes, (they couldn't be seen against Law's tatts), the cicadas shrill – it definitely was a good way to see Fire Fist off, and the man who accidentally set himself on fire at any opportunity.

Considering how Lamie died, though, Law wasn't so sure, and grew sad at the thought. He leaned into Marco despite the sweat that soaked their shirts, and dipped his head rather than kiss him. It was too hot. The hair at the back of his neck was damp as if he'd stepped out from the shower. He only crowded his lover for a second.

Marco's hand slipped out of his as either man wiped a palm on their shirtfront or trouser leg, but they joined together again shortly. The need to comfort their hearts took priority over discomfort of the body.

Law usually only lit one candle for his mother, father and sister, so they could be together. He hoped. He hoped he didn't exclude any one of them.

Lamie had been so small. He had a hard time imagining her alone, and his fingers curled with a little more pressure into Marco's. If he'd taken her with him that night? What might have happened? He survived the disease after all, but would he want her to experience even one of the things he had?

This way, all three left on water, so maybe that gave them some control over the blaze, and they were now from the water, so they were well protected from heat and flames.

There was no point in thinking they didn't have peace. Like he had now. He was happy with his life. But living, surviving, certainly hadn't been free of apprehension.

As the lanterns drifted down the stream against the dark summer night, and Law's hand once again grew a little clammy in Marco's own, he also let go of the less welcome ghosts in his life. He didn't invite them to follow his own loved ones, except in terms of finally reaching the wide ocean where the sea winds and salt air would surely whittle and erode them into grit to build upon, rather than to destroy.

Law wasn't one for hyperbole, but he recognised as truth that his every breathing minute for much of his life had been of fear, hate and anxiety. This was fact, and he faced down the disquiet that arose even now.

The candles guiding Ace, Cora, Whitebeard, his mother, father and sister, the ancestors of the village, followed the stream's current out to the ocean.

He looked across at Marco, that fire ability of his allowing him to glow in this heat like the mythical creature he was. Maybe only Law's finely tuned eyes could discern that. He wished it were cool enough to grab the ends of that towel around his neck and pull him close.

The fic is rated E, so if you decide to read more, please heed the tags. It has it’s darker moments, though that chapter is fairly light. It is the concluding chapter though :-)