I was always leaving, I was about to get up and go, I was on my way, not sure where. Somewhere else. Not here. Nothing here was good enough.
It would be better there, where I was going. Not sure how or why. The dome I cowered under would be raised, and I would be released into my true life. I would meet there
the ones I was destined to meet. They would make an opening for me among the flutes and boulders, and I would be taken up. That this might be a form of death
did not occur to me. I only know that something held me back, a doubt, a debt, a face I could not leave behind. When the door fell open, I did not go through.
The animation work of Japan's Studio Ghibli was combined with the actual background. ■ BGM : https://goo.gl/bwTaFl (xclassicalcatx - Spiríted Away: One Summer's Day (Viola Cover)
■ Nausicaa Of The Valley Of Wind : https://youtu.be/6zhLBe319KE ■ Laputa: Castle In The Sky : https://youtu.be/cQw9P51Rb_k ■ My Neighbor Totoro : https://youtu.be/92a7Hj0ijLs ■ Kiki's Delivery Service : https://youtu.be/4bG17OYs-GA ■ Whisper Of The Heart : https://youtu.be/0pVkiod6V0U ■ The Princess Mononoke : https://youtu.be/4OiMOHRDs14 ■ The Spiriting Away Of Sen And Chihiro : https://youtu.be/ByXuk9QqQkk ■ Howl's Moving Castle : https://youtu.be/iwROgK94zcM ■ Ponyo On The Cliff : https://youtu.be/MXI7x6ExPuc
My father said I could not do it, but all night I picked the peaches. The orchard was still, the canals ran steadily. I was a girl then, my chest its own walled garden. How many ladders to gather an orchard? I had only one and a long patience with lit hands and the looking of the stars which moved right through me the way the water moved through the canals with a voice that seemed to speak of this moonless gathering and those who had gathered before me. I put the peaches in the pond’s cold water, all night up the ladder and down, all night my hands twisting fruit as if I were entering a thousand doors, all night my back a straight road to the sky. And then out of its own goodness, out of the far fields of the stars, the morning came, and inside me was the stillness a bell possesses just after it has been rung, before the metal begins to long again for the clapper’s stroke. The light came over the orchard. The canals were silver and then were not. and the pond was--I could see as I laid the last peach in the water--full of fish and eyes.
