sewn founds

Finding that finds become self-conscious when you attempt to give them titles.
Not knowing why this text is being unconsciously underlined
making me self-conscious as well

leaving the lines, showing the thread,


Found in Japan JGY

Uni-qlo, XL

There are days and moments when I get irritable and frustrated that I haven't done this or that. Haven't published a book or made X$amount of dollars.
That was yesterday.

Today is another day and I am lucky. My home is my castle. My friend M told me this expression in Japanese, but I didn't write it down. It means that you can appreciate where you are when you acknowledge and accept that your home is where you are, and get to know the things around you intimately.

I spread out a red carpet--really it's a small one-person-size mat with a pattern of rabbits and music notes on the soft surface where I sit, and red vinyl on the back side that touches the concrete ground. I feel it's slight padding beneath me, put down my knapsack, take off my clogs, and leave them on the concrete along the side of the mat.
There is one heron perched a long stone-throw away.

I'm here to return a find.
A shirt I found the other day.
It's sun-dried-hard-and-crusty with dirt. The only way you'd know that it's a shirt is from the indigo colored tag with the letters spelling UNI-QLO (XL).
I don't know why I took it home nor why I brought it back. Must've been so that I'd have a a reason to return here to see this morning light make ripples between those four stones.

PS

I laid it down where I found it, and just when I was leaving to go,
a small white butterfly appeared out of nowhere, as if it was
born from the once-white shirt


(note: I had a picture of this, really I did,
but it looks like my cellular phone camera is not willing to give it up, so I don't have it in the form I need to post here.
if you see a white butterfly pass your way, it might be the one;
catch it only if you want to see it turn back into a uni-qlo shirt)


Joanne Yoshida, Found in Japan

Intermission--black and red curtain

It was inevitable, I became one of my finds

Posted here at bionicbong

Afternoon Glory

From an afternoon glory,
overlapping choruses
sang.
Bells rang
and white light radiated
from deep within a
purple star.

(when I turned to go the wind winked from a crossing and revealed
that it wasn't just one,
but a whole chorus of afternoon glories
that sang.)




Found in Japan, Joanne G. Yoshida

Imagining a scene from a finder's life and a litterer's dream*

I used to draw.
I used to paint.
Now, I find.

Follow this if you will.
One person throws or accidentally drops a paper or wrapper on the ground.
Another person does the same in another location.
They each realize they dropped something that they should pick up, but say 'never mind' and
continue on their way.
Before going to bed each realizes that they 'littered'. Both at the same time dream the same dream.
In the dream, he/she wanders into a cafe/shop off the beaten path.
The item they dropped is displayed elegantly among handmade crafts. The aroma of freshly baked bread and coffee brewing fill the air.
They look at each other and recognize something in each other.
They look towards the camera and for once we come face to face.
They look away, I close-in on the objects and begin to film...

*or is it just a finder's dream?!

Is there no place for abandoned umbrellas in this land?

As a finder, I never know where a new day will take me. This a.m. when I went to take out the garbage---today's recycle day is "缶とビン" (cans and bottles), I opened the metal grate and saw this umbrella, spread out on top of the pile. I almost gasped, and couldn't close the cage. I didn't quite know what to do, so I walked up six flights of stairs to my apartment, got my camera, and walked back down. At least if she was photographed in her last minutes it might give her some sense of dignity. But then when I looked at her beautiful pattern through the lens, my hand reached out to her and before I knew it she and I were walking up the six flights together.
Oh, how I could feel her happiness, she revealed a light transparency of a blush as the morning sun went through her. She pretended to be a skyscraper towering above the city skyline. Our city doesn't have skyscrapers, I laughed. She laughed back and proudly said she'd be the first!




PS I just found a wonderful poem about patterns on a blog by a writer I love who happens to be my sister. I feel it goes with the umbrella I found today.
You can find this poem by Tzivia about a dream about a pattern store here.

Umbrella

There's still breath left,
it's not too late.
To save her from
an un-known fate.

I thought I'd wait
to see if she's still there
on my way back
but I see tears

and a "J"
in light blue.
Through one tear
she looks up to
a cloudy sky.

"Take me home",
she cries...

Finds like what everyone else likes

When we listen to things
we find
that we don't need science
to tell us that
everything
matters.


When we listen to things
we find
that who wouldn't rather
bathe in a warm radiant
sun shower
than be extinguished
by fire.


When we listen to things
we find there is a magician
in the universe
inviting us
to play.




JGY
Happy Finding to All and to All a Good Find

hook

Cast aside
what you have read.
All thought
dangling in your
head is well and good
up to a point.

Then, when you're ready (and you'll know when)
"Look into yourself
for what you need to know is already there,"
said the sharp little hook.



happy finding to all and to all a good find
found in japan, joanne g. yoshida

Finds with play, for Otli and Cabrizette

B

This find's message was:
We are all pieces of one another;
finding pieces of
ourselves.

Big Apple is the Grande Pomme, see: Otli,
the Net is a find with Cabrizette in mind.

happy finding to all and to all a good find

JGY. Found in Japan

Net

(to be continued)

Found in Japan, happy one year b-day

My first FIJ post:

Almond Glico.

Happy finding to all and to all a good find! Thank you for the camaraderie in seeking.
JGY

PS If I could find a candle today, how apropos it would be!

PSS (later edit) I probably shouldn't tell you this.
After I wrote this post about the candle, I went back to the spot,
the small no cars street where I found the red box;
Like a child thinking the candle would be there, affirming my
very being as a finder.
But you know how it goes
there was no candle there.
Though I did find
the flame.