Статьи Скотта Гормана (Scott Gorman)

January 13, 2009

My Two Homes By the Sea

My home is in Anacortes, Washington in a small town near a volcanic mountain, with a historic fishing fleet and beautiful farm fields and wonderful, kindhearted people.

My second home is in Kisakata, Akita Prefecture in a small town near a volcanic mountain, with a historic fishing fleet and beautiful farm fields and wonderful, kindhearted people.

Whether in North America or on a string of islands off the Asian mainland, I am perhaps the luckiest man alive.

In each place I have the best friends anyone could have, who truly care for me and forgive me my frequent mistakes and my foolish ways, who guide me around the thorny paths and into the light of understanding.

In each place I have a cozy and comfortable home, a warm place to sleep and a soft chair by the window where I can read and study. I have good food to eat and fascinating places to explore, where I stare in wonder at the goodness of humankind and remember once again that despite all the pain and violence in this world, we can and must be brothers and sisters, each other’s children, each other’s salvation.

The first day I saw Kisakata in 1994, I knew I had to come back here and live for a significant period of time. I knew that if I did, I would never regret the decision to come for one moment.

It is a Fulbright Senior Research grant in journalism that pays my way here, for six months, and for that I am grateful. But it is the generous and caring people of this ancient town that really made it possible, and for them I am more grateful still.

At Town Hall, in the streets, in homes, at temples and schools and shops, people make me feel welcome, when they could look upon me with suspicion as a stanger and an interloper. They invite me to meals to ceremonies, and share with me openly and without asking for anything in return. I am allowed to go on fishing boats, to restorative onsens, to take part in honest and profound discussions, to join rituals and events that were old when my own country was not yet even an idea.

I wonder how many places, how many town populations, would be so good and decent to someone to whom they are not related by blood, someone who blunders and stumbles so much that clowns could shake their heads and feel dignified in comparison?

How is it that I have found two such places, Anacortes and Kisakata, in just one lifetime? It is a mystery I will never solve. All I can do is try and earn what I have been given by passing it on, by celebrating these miracles, as I do with you here.

People of Kisakata, I will never forget you and these magical days. In all things, I will do my best to deserve your trust and faith and friendship.

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