December 17th, 2013

Ocean friends

On Pokemon

This fall, I bought my first traditional Pokemon game for the Nintendo 3DS. I'm not quite sure how I got thinking about Pokemon; but on a whim, I decided that I wanted to play one of the games and downloaded Pokemon X onto my system one evening. I was anxious about starting, because I didn't know what the rules were or what to expect. I started off carefully, learning one step at a time: here's how to fight a wild pokemon, how to capture it, how to heal my pokemon, how to save the game, etc. I'm loving it :) It's fun to meet and learn about so many different types of pokemon. I like collecting them, organizing them in boxes, battling against various types, and looking through them in my pokedex (a Pokemon Index - love it!). It makes me laugh when my Pokemon purr or chirp after I make faces at them. The game has beautiful graphics and it's not as hard as I expected it to be. (I still have a long way to go, though!) I'm glad that I got the game.

It reminds me of the Pokemon Center in Umeda that I visited with my friend Gina. I wrote about the trip back then, and the posts also made me smile: before and after. I found some photos of the store online yesterday. The neatly sorted shelves full of plushie pokemon make me feel so happy :) There's order and cuteness all in one! When I was in Japan, I somehow restrained myself and only bought three plushies: Eevee, Plusle, and Minun. I recently added Chespin to the group. For some reason, plushie characters like Pokemon and Giant Microbes - each with their own personality profile and character - are so appealing. Someday, I hope to visit a Pokemon Center again (there is only one on the East Coast, though, as part of another store) to wander through the colorful displays. Until then, I will enjoy exploring the world of Kalos and adding to my Pokedex :)
awaji

40 and rainy

it's 40 degrees and rainy
a grey december day
i walk along the sidewalk
and hurry along the way

the oak still has its leaves
all brown and cold and still
it will not shed them, will not lose them
even in the chill

the frost, it makes them sparkle
the ice, it makes them shine
and for me who walks beneath them
they are a frame and sign

angle bricks below
a neatly woven grid
crowds and cars and strangers
and one quiet little kid

i feel the awful pressure -
a shield raised as I hide -
how have i tread so long
within this rolling tide?

a ziggurat, a temple,
a prison, and a way
my Lord has been here with me
my Help, my King and Stay

He's the one who brings the spring
when earth jumps up to life
even the cold brown oak leaves
relieved of winter strife

i wait for that green budding
the rosey blossom flower
and with the ancient prophets
i look out from the tower

Oh, God of heaven and earth
Hear me now, I pray -
Give me strength and eyes to see
the beauty in this way.