Oh, that's right.
It's over this year.
Feb. 8 is a memorial service.
I wanted to do that, so I went to Tepposu Inari Shrine at Minato 1-chome.
It is a god of origin in the Kyobashi area, dating back to the early Heian period.
The shrine was showing a refreshing appearance after the major renovation of Heisei was completed.
"Is yudofu good for lunch?" I arrived after 11 o'clock, assuming that the needle memorial service would take place around noon with just an image.
What a quiet temple grounds.
I spent time having lunch at a nearby tofu restaurant that might be held in the afternoon.
I went to the precincts again, but it was very quiet.
To a young older brother at the office, "What time does today's needle memorial service take place?"
"It took place this morning at 10 o'clock. Rather than Ujiko's event, it feels like it's part of an event at a nearby fashion college. "
"Is that so? If you came at 10 o'clock, you could have met beautiful students. I'm sorry."
If you move without a sufficient preliminary survey, you will be hit by a sharp swing.
Isn't it coincidence? They often take off their points because they walk around at random.
On the other hand, I'm also lucky to meet unexpected things.
Invited by the blueness of the clear winter sky, I decided to think that I had a luxurious time to stroll through the sun.
It's something that is "needle memorial".
This is an event in which the broken, bent, or rusted sewing needles are stabbed in tofu or konjac to memorialize them, placed at a nearby shrine, and prayed for the improvement of sewing.
As long as I was a distant young child, I remember having my mother attach my hand and stabbing a needle in tofu, and thinking that I was scared of Chikuchiku.
It is said that Ukanomitamanokami, the main enshrined deity of Inari Shrine, is beneficial to the rich harvest of five grains, thriving business, industrial prosperity, domestic security, and improved performing arts.
Almost, the invincible existence of Almighty.
Inari, an agricultural god, is particularly busy before and after the spring.
The day before spring is Setsubun, where beans are sowed by old men and women.
On February 4th, Ritsuharu, there was a performance in Setsubun of Shintomiza Children's Kabuki at Tepposhu Inari Shrine.
On February 7th, the first day of the Inari festival. On the first afternoon day of February, I will eat Inari sushi and pray for sound health.
On February 8th, a needle memorial service with gratitude for the tools. It is the day of "starting things", spending time with clever and starting a year of farming.
A record cold wave strikes. The Winter Olympics will be held. A tense international situation...
It's around these days when I'm worried.
Yes, while looking up at the sky, I will spend my time calmly and modest, without losing a fresh heart to challenge new things.
I liked the sweet smell made by my mother.
