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  • grandparents who gave it to me

    I had a dream about my grandparents last
    night and couldn’t go back to sleep because I
    missed them so badly. Both of them have
    passed away, but they raised me when I was a
    child in place of my parents who were too busy
    working out in the field as farmers.
    When I lived with my grandparents, I didn’t
    appreciate being with them, as they were
    strict, quiet and boring, and I constantly
    missed my parents. But after I grew up and
    left my hometown, I realized how my
    grandparents regarded me and felt about me.
    Until they passed away, I had returned home
    once or twice a year. My grandfather would
    wait for me with an envelope that had some
    money for me inside, and my grandmother
    with my favorite food that she would have
    prepared and cooked from morning. She would
    wear particularly for the day something I had
    given to her before, to show me her gratitude.
    Those things were what I could never expect
    from my parents. My parents would be seldom
    at home when I returned although my
    homecoming was only yearly and informed well
    beforehand. That was not because they were
    working. They would be out for shopping or, at
    one time, they were even gone on a trip to
    Hawaii. They seemed to lack the sense of
    pining for and anticipating someone. Or, they
    may have simply avoided me. Parental
    affection doesn’t necessarily come from
    parents. In my case, it was my grandparents
    who gave it to me…

    Episode From An Old Tree in Kyoto /Hodemi Woods

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  • test of courage

    In my hometown, there used to be a night for
    a test of courage for kids in summer when I
    was a child. It was a small neighborhood event
    that an adult volunteer set up a sign saying ‘A
    Test of Courage’ at the entrance to a narrow
    lane between the neighbor houses. Except for
    the entrance, the rest of the lane was left as it
    was, without any special scary decorations or
    surprising effects. Enough nature still remained
    in my neighborhood back then though, and a
    ditch, bushes and shrubs along the lane had
    sufficient effects in darkness to scare kids.
    One summer dusk, I heard my grandmother
    call me urgently when I was playing in the
    yard. She grabbed me and ran into the house,
    escaping from something. It was a ball of fire
    drifting above us. That was the first time I’d
    ever seen a will-o’-the-wisp, and I haven’t
    seen one since. But to my family, seeing a

    willo’-the-wisp wasn’t so rare. My grandmother
    once saw it perch on a side mirror of a parked
    car in front of our house. Scientifically, it’s said
    that a will-o’-the-wisp is some phosphorusrelated

    phenomenon. Near our house, there
    was a graveyard where we had buried the
    deceased from generation to generation, which
    is now banned by law requiring cremation, and
    we believed it had to do with a will-o’-the-wisp.
    I had plenty of natural scary materials in my
    childhood…

    Episode From An Old Tree in Kyoto /Hodemi Woods

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