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Diary Entries From a Month in Kyoto, Which Taught Me Stillness
October 4. Autumn has settled gracefully over Kyoto, which served as Japan's imperial capital for more than a thousand years. I have rented a quiet timber machiya townhouse near the philosopher's walk, which winds along a stone canal bordered by turning cherry and maple trees. Arriving here after several years of hectic corporate deadlines, I hoped to cultivate a simpler, more deliberate relationship with daily time.
October 12. Early this morning, I walked to Daitoku-ji temple, whose minimalist zen rock gardens embody centuries of profound aesthetic restraint. The senior groundskeeper, who has raked the expanse of white granite gravel every dawn for forty years, worked with silent, meditative precision. His fluid sweeping motions, which seemed like a slow ceremonial dance, showed me how repetitive physical labour can become an act of contemplative mindfulness.