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<\/a><\/p>\nMight as well have people believe (okay, by misinforming them might not be good but … so funny to see the reaction) – isn’t it more fun to think there’s a fox around? Seriously. <\/p>\n
My aunt I visited at a hospice this summer in Tokyo has passed away. Luckily my mother and my sister and the rest of the family was at her bedside and sang her favorite song – I had no idea – Que Sera Sera!??? Not very Japanese, is it? My aunt was a very interesting person …tri-lingual (Japanese, English and Spanish), so full of intellect and more importantly, with a BIG generous kind HEART, brimming with love. Just this year, I had a delicious bowl of tempura udon at a soba-shop and then a cup of coffee at a Hawaii themed cafe with her in Azabu-Jyuban. Just this year – I will cherish the memory of her kindness always. The time before when she told me nonchalantly that she has cancer was at an elevator to a fitness club she took me to in Roppongi. It was a fitness club where she swam for over 20 years… she let me take yoga classes there as her guest… then we went wine shopping. Another kind, precious loving soul moving onto another plane; another world. I am going to miss her – now all the memories are coming back … anyone who has ever lost anyone knows that flashbacks of memory that stays with you…RIP.<\/p>\n When I was just a little girl Que sera, sera. What ever will be will be When I was just I child in school Que sera, sera. What ever will be will be When I grew up and fell in love Que sera, sera. What ever will be will be Now I have children of my own, Que sera, sera. What ever will be will be Today, while walking Mitsu, a guy stops his bicycle mid-tracks and asks, “is it a wolf?” “no, (as a joke) she’s a fox.” oddly, he believed me. he: “a fox? not a wolf?” me: “no, not a wolf (silly!of course it’s a dog) she’s a fox.” He looked rather surprised but believed me… (bad me), […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":""},"categories":[11,4,10],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12154"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12154"}],"version-history":[{"count":22,"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12154\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12184,"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12154\/revisions\/12184"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12154"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12154"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12154"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a>
\nVignette from summer 2015 again – I told you it’s not a vacation when I visit Tokyo…
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\n<\/a>Thanks to Adachi-sensei, the physical therapist, and my mother’s efforts, she is now able to walk after a hip replacement surgery. Ask me about hip sockets, I know them… hahaha. A lesson learned might be – use them or you lose them; and when I say use them, I don’t mean to torment them or “over”use them. Best to of course walk a lot, avoid contortionist poses, and (without wear and tear) stretch, stretch, in an effort to increase flexibility and range of motion. Did teach some yoga to my mother during my stay – the kind that she can do while sitting so hope she keeps it up!<\/p>\n
\nI asked my mother what will I be?
\nWill I be pretty, will I be rich?
\nThat’s what she said to me:<\/p>\n
\nthe future’s not ours to see.
\nQue sera, sera. What will be, will be.<\/p>\n
\nI asked me teacher, what should I try?
\nShould I paint pictures, should I sing songs?
\nThis was her wise reply:<\/p>\n
\nthe future’s not ours to see.
\nQue sera, sera. What will be, will be.<\/p>\n
\nI asked my sweetheart, what lies ahead?
\nWill we have rainbows, day after day?
\nThat’s what my sweetheart said:<\/p>\n
\nthe future’s not ours to see.
\nQue sera, sera. What will be, will be.<\/p>\n
\nThey ask their mother, what will I be?
\nWill I be handsome, will I be rich?
\nI tell them tenderly:<\/p>\n
\nthe future’s not ours to see.
\nQue sera, sera. What will be, will be.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"