Stepping off the ferry onto the island, I was swept up with the throngs of people going to the shrine to worship.
I didn’t have a plan but my feet seemed to have a mind of their own and so I let them do whatever they pleased.
Hours passed and I felt the spirits of the gods work their magic on me as my shoulders slowly relaxed.
Back on the ferry to the mainland I stood on the deck downstairs letting the cold wind sting my face. I sipped the last of my sake and had but one word in my thoughts: thank you.
Well okay, two actually, but since I was nearly through a cup of sake trying to warm up with very little food in my stomach, it was one word if you said it quickly.
Thank you, I whispered to the heavens and smiled up at them.
Thank you for letting me be single and free without anyone else to care for but myself.
I was finally content.
And best of all:
Maybe that was the one word after all.