I keep a picture of him near my desk, so I write in a good spirit, and one on my fridge, so I remember to bless the food, while I prepare it, with my palms. When I write really well, he seems to be beaming. And before I open the fridge, I wink at him. It is the informal, ‘homey’, shorthand gassho.
Arigatou gozaimasu, Mikao. Thank you for paving the way for us.
15 August 2015