I've been thinking about an experience I had here some years ago during the Obon Festival, when the spirits come back home........

My sister died when I was 20. She was on a mountain in New Zealand and she slipped and the snow pulled her over the mountain and down 1000 metres to the bottom. I had made work about it, in which I was observing from.....far away, and she was falling, a dark shape in the snow.......but had never dreamed about her....

On the first day of Obon I dreamed about her...I was on the mountain, it was cold, she was standing in front of me and then she was slowely pulled away by the snow and fell; it seemed like slow motion, and then she was gone.....

when I woke up I was totally freaked out and couldn't stop hearing her voice, and I got on a train and got as far away from Kyoto as I could, and when I came back I went to Fushimi Inari, the fox shrine, and a storm had just broken and nobody was about, and I climbed the mountain and somehow got lost away from the tori gates and anyone else and finally found myself at another place far from where I had started.
lehan ramsey