Fuji Day as metaphor for life

When, first thing in the morning, DP says to me, “Look out the window” I know that it’s a Fuji Day. A Fuji Day is crisp and clear with a perfect few of Mount Fuji from our apartment.

It’s not just DP and me; I often hear other teachers happily proclaim, “It’s a Fuji Day”. In a ridiculous abundance of riches at our school, Fuji is actually visible from some of our classrooms and offices. It would be very easy to get lost in that view as a way to escape Algebra. (Dear Algebra teachers, please note that I am not denigrating your subject area, which may well be as noble as any other, but simply stating a preference… for me, it would be Mount Fuji every time.)

This morning I was a little slow getting out of bed but, when I did, I was rewarded with this spectacular view. Photographs never capture its white-capped majesty; to the human eye, the mountain seems much closer than the photographic evidence would suggest. DP, who also has Fuji on the brain this morning, has just popped in to say, “That is one impressive view. That is one impressive mountain… actually, volcano, I guess.” He is particularly charmed by the perfect symmetry of Mount Fuji; we expect that the Japanese would not permit anything less than mountain-perfection.

None of us knows how many Fuji Days we have left. We need to enjoy them while we’re here.

We must not, in our arrogance, take these blue-sky days for granted. These glorious days are not meant to be squandered.

Even when I can’t see Fuji, I know she is there behind the clouds or smog or whatever force is obstructing my view. I have faith in Fuji.

What are you doing with your Fuji Days?

4 comments

  1. Well it’s not Mt Fuji but I know today is going to be a good day because I saw a donkey on the way to school. We don’t see them all that often here and this one is just roaming the parking lots along the very busy street (Winston Churchillweg) every so often, on my way to work. It always makes me smile.

  2. As soon as I read that you can see Fuji-san from your school, I thought back to the 5 Japanese junior high schools at which I taught English. I remember many times gazing out at the quaint rice paddies or ocean waves or small mountains and thinking the exact same thing. “How lucky am I to look out and see this anytime I want to when many people must go on vacation to see this view?”

  3. Hi Heather.

    We are so lucky… sometimes I have to get stern and remind myself that the way we live – the daily things we take for granted as expat teachers – are just a dream for many people.

    We also get several opportunities to travel each year when some North American families (the ones who can still afford it) can only manage one trip. While we’re traveling, I find myself closing my eyes and saying, “Be grateful. Enjoy. Remember.” It’s a kind of prayer isn’t it?

    Fuji is just a beautiful as you remember.

    Cheers,
    Monna

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