This journal is a quiet place for what remains.
I began writing in 2021.
I began sharing my writing publicly in 2024.
Since then, my work has slowly taken the shape of a three-part book.
The first part, which I am currently publishing on Substack, explores meditation and my personal origins.
It traces how I returned to Japanese culture, Japanese spirituality, and the world of tea,
and how, through meditation, I encountered my ancestors within myself.
It is also the story of beginning kendo,
and of learning through the discipline and philosophy of Bushidō.
The second part grows from that practice.
It reflects on what kendo taught me, not only as a martial art,
but as a way of meeting fear, ego, and silence through the body.
The third part is still unfolding.
It begins with travel and meditation,
with the slow integration of shadow and light, yin and yang.
And then, unexpectedly, it arrives at wagashi.
Through nerikiri, shaped by hand,
I began to meet what I had hidden or avoided within myself.
Making wagashi became a way of seeing, holding, and transforming those inner states,
quietly, without force.
This blog is not the book itself.
Here, I write what comes after.
Small realisations that appear after finishing a chapter.
Thoughts that arise after shaping wagashi.
Moments that feel too fragile or too simple to place inside a formal narrative.
The first article shared here introduces The Weaving of Light,
the seven tea gatherings that form the heart of my current work.
Future entries will move more freely,
like notes left at the edge of practice.
This journal is a place for murmurs, not conclusions.
For listening, rather than explaining.