Junko’s tea house is nestled above a lake, along a river, amongst exquisite Japanese Maple trees that in the Fall paint the surrounding land with reds and yellows of the fallen leaves. The sounds of the water, the presence of carefully placed large rocks as sculptures, and the create a view and feeling like no other. From this place where I stood there had been a bridge, which had been built by Junko’s father and since melded nearly into the earth. Rather than replacing the bridge, another was built down the way, because, as Junko explained, it will live and remain as the beautiful memory of her father building that lovely bridge. I learned from Junko to respect what was, and to be grateful for the never ending energy of love.
By working with all the individuals with whom we deliver art programming, and the many volunteers who serve others through the mission of Art for the Journey, my life feels deeply enriched. As we facilitate connection for people of all ages, stages, socioeconomic, religious, or cultural differences through this creative and joy producing way it has become a beautiful testament to what is possible and that human connection is good for all. It is evident to me that what I feel as we deliver this mission to serve others, is what other’s feel too: Supported, engaged, joyful, explorative, safe, happy and healthy!
