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beautiful, in fact, that she had many suitors and an infinite amount of lovers even though the only man she truly loved was her husband Od.”
“That is odd,” said a senior football player.
The room once again erupted into laughter.
“She loved him so much, when he was transformed into a sea monster she stood by his side and comforted him instead of turning away from his hideous form. Are you guys beginning to see a theme or pattern here?”
“I’m still trying to figure out how Cupid ties in with sea monsters,” whispered the freshman seated next to me.
My smile grew. He was beginning to remind me of Kirby. Angie raised her hand to address the class. I wasn’t sure why she bothered. She usually just blurted everything out.
“Okay everyone, I think the theme we are discussing here is that love conquers all. Am I right? When you love and care about someone you’ll go anywhere, do anything to find the person you’re supposed to be with, and once you have them you’ll fight to the death in order to keep them with you always.”
Whoa! I gave Angie a puzzled look, trying to figure out how such a serious answer had found its way out of her mouth.
“That’s exactly right, Ms. Bellingham,” Ms. Mori agreed, seeming a little taken aback by her outburst as well. But Angie wasn’t finished.
“I also think that love, if it’s true love, is totally blind. I mean, it’d have to be if you were willing to sleep with a sea monster. That Freya chick was in need of some serious Lasik surgery.”
And. there it was.
The laughter seemed to fill up every available space in the room.
“What other culture has a god or goddess of love?” asked another student in the back.
“My culture does,” replied Ms. Mori.
“The Chinese?” asked my clueless freshman.
“Idiot,” Angie said to herself. “Any fool can see she’s Korean.”
“I’m actually Japanese, and in my culture the god that is pertinent to this particular conversation is Musubi-no-kami, the god of love and marriage.”
My head began to feel heavy at the mention of that particular deity’s name.
“Musubi was a god who delighted in bringing young lovers together and encouraging their happy union. Musubi’s legend occurs in the province of Mimasaka in a small town called Kagami where a shrine and temple exist solely to pay homage to Musubi-no-kami. If there was ever anyone who wanted a blessing placed upon their marriage, it is said these people traveled to the temple and knelt before the shrine asking blessings and favors to be poured out upon them.”
“What did the shrine look like?” I asked. I felt this strange desire to know every detail. Ms. Mori’s eyes alighted on me with that same knowing look.
“The shrine was a Holy Cherry tree. If Musubi felt it was in a person’s best interest to pursue the one they pled for, then he’d appear out of thin air and hand them a single cherry blossom. This not only signified his blessing, but it also ensured that the person receiving the blossom would fall madly in love with the giver of the blossom.”
I felt my throat close up at the mention of cherry blossoms. They’d been my mother’s favorite. My father and I had accompanied my mother to every cherry blossom event known to man. At least that was how it’d felt to me. I hadn’t been to one single festival since my mother’s passing.
“One day, a beautiful maiden came to the Holy Cherry Tree because her father wanted her to find a husband. When she arrived, she saw a handsome man holding a cherry blossom. He disappeared quickly afterward without giving her the blossom in his hand.”
I felt pressure building in the back of my head. What in the world was wrong with me?
“The maiden went home and found out that her father had arranged a marriage for her, but she was unable to forget the young man she’d seen earlier. She later discovered the man whom she loved was no mortal, but a god. The god of love and marriage.”
The pressure
“That is odd,” said a senior football player.
The room once again erupted into laughter.
“She loved him so much, when he was transformed into a sea monster she stood by his side and comforted him instead of turning away from his hideous form. Are you guys beginning to see a theme or pattern here?”
“I’m still trying to figure out how Cupid ties in with sea monsters,” whispered the freshman seated next to me.
My smile grew. He was beginning to remind me of Kirby. Angie raised her hand to address the class. I wasn’t sure why she bothered. She usually just blurted everything out.
“Okay everyone, I think the theme we are discussing here is that love conquers all. Am I right? When you love and care about someone you’ll go anywhere, do anything to find the person you’re supposed to be with, and once you have them you’ll fight to the death in order to keep them with you always.”
Whoa! I gave Angie a puzzled look, trying to figure out how such a serious answer had found its way out of her mouth.
“That’s exactly right, Ms. Bellingham,” Ms. Mori agreed, seeming a little taken aback by her outburst as well. But Angie wasn’t finished.
“I also think that love, if it’s true love, is totally blind. I mean, it’d have to be if you were willing to sleep with a sea monster. That Freya chick was in need of some serious Lasik surgery.”
And. there it was.
The laughter seemed to fill up every available space in the room.
“What other culture has a god or goddess of love?” asked another student in the back.
“My culture does,” replied Ms. Mori.
“The Chinese?” asked my clueless freshman.
“Idiot,” Angie said to herself. “Any fool can see she’s Korean.”
“I’m actually Japanese, and in my culture the god that is pertinent to this particular conversation is Musubi-no-kami, the god of love and marriage.”
My head began to feel heavy at the mention of that particular deity’s name.
“Musubi was a god who delighted in bringing young lovers together and encouraging their happy union. Musubi’s legend occurs in the province of Mimasaka in a small town called Kagami where a shrine and temple exist solely to pay homage to Musubi-no-kami. If there was ever anyone who wanted a blessing placed upon their marriage, it is said these people traveled to the temple and knelt before the shrine asking blessings and favors to be poured out upon them.”
“What did the shrine look like?” I asked. I felt this strange desire to know every detail. Ms. Mori’s eyes alighted on me with that same knowing look.
“The shrine was a Holy Cherry tree. If Musubi felt it was in a person’s best interest to pursue the one they pled for, then he’d appear out of thin air and hand them a single cherry blossom. This not only signified his blessing, but it also ensured that the person receiving the blossom would fall madly in love with the giver of the blossom.”
I felt my throat close up at the mention of cherry blossoms. They’d been my mother’s favorite. My father and I had accompanied my mother to every cherry blossom event known to man. At least that was how it’d felt to me. I hadn’t been to one single festival since my mother’s passing.
“One day, a beautiful maiden came to the Holy Cherry Tree because her father wanted her to find a husband. When she arrived, she saw a handsome man holding a cherry blossom. He disappeared quickly afterward without giving her the blossom in his hand.”
I felt pressure building in the back of my head. What in the world was wrong with me?
“The maiden went home and found out that her father had arranged a marriage for her, but she was unable to forget the young man she’d seen earlier. She later discovered the man whom she loved was no mortal, but a god. The god of love and marriage.”
The pressure
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