During a recent visit to Nashville, Tennessee, I was reminded of how deeply interconnected our world can be, and how mindfulness often lives in the quiet spaces between cultures.

What many don’t realize is that Nashville, known for its vibrant music scene and Southern hospitality, shares a special bond with Kamakura, Japan, as official sister cities since 2014. Kamakura, a coastal town just south of Tokyo, is steeped in Zen Buddhist history, home to ancient temples, the iconic Great Buddha and a serene atmosphere that invites reflection.

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A few weeks ago, I wrote about my Amtrak train ride through the Rockies: a slow, scenic journey that invited me to pause, reflect, and reconnect with the rhythm of nature. In that piece, I briefly mentioned another train ride that’s stayed with me for years: a quiet autumn escape to Nikkō, Japan.

I boarded the Tobu Limited Express from Asakusa early one morning, opting for a touch of luxury in the Green Car, Japan’s version of first class. Plush seats, quiet ambiance, and impeccable service made the ride feel more like a retreat than a commute. It was a stark contrast to my recent Amtrak journey through the Rockies, which, while scenic and soulful, had a more rugged charm. Both experiences offered space to reflect, but in very different ways. One polished and serene, the other raw and expansive.

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When you move somewhere new, whether across the country or across the world, it’s easy to feel untethered. You’re navigating unfamiliar streets, customs, and rhythms. And while it’s tempting to stay in your comfort zone, I’ve learned that the real magic happens when you step out and connect locally.

This weekend, I was invited to join the JCCNC gold sponsor table at Tabemasho, a vibrant celebration of Japanese culture held in San Francisco.

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A few weeks ago, I became a U.S. citizen.

It was a moment I had prepared for practically through forms, interviews, waiting; but not emotionally. Standing in a room with others from all over the world, raising our hands to take the oath, I felt something shift. A quiet wave of emotion rose up, catching me off guard. I thought of Flanders, where I was born. I thought of Japan, where I lived for many years. And I thought of the long, winding path that led me to this moment in California.

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Growing up in Belgium, I’ve always considered myself reasonably eco-conscious. We separate our recyclables, compost when we can, and try to avoid single-use plastics. But nothing prepared me for the level of recycling discipline I encountered in Kamakura.

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Last week, I boarded the Amtrak Zephyr with my husband for a journey that felt like stepping into a slow-moving novel. From Denver, Colorado to San Francisco, we watched the Rockies rise and fall, the desert stretch endlessly, and the Sierra Nevada roll past our window like a living painting. It was epic, not just in distance, but in depth.

As someone who spent years riding Japan’s trains, from the sleek Shinkansen to the sleepy Enoden, I couldn’t help but draw parallels.

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As September begins, Japan quietly shifts into a season of reflection. The air grows cooler, the cicadas fade, and the moon begins to take center stage. This is the time of Tsukimi, the traditional Japanese moon-viewing festival that honors the beauty of the autumn moon and invites us to pause, appreciate, and reconnect.

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Last week, I had the extraordinary privilege of sharing a quiet cup of coffee with Glen S. Fukushima. To say I was honored would be an understatement. Here is a man whose resume reads like a blueprint for global impact: former Deputy Assistant U.S. Trade Representative for Japan and China, two-term president of the American Chamber of Commerce in Japan, senior fellow at the Center for American Progress, and vice chairman of the Securities Investor Protection Corporation. Yet, despite his towering achievements, Glen made time for someone like me. That gesture alone speaks volumes.

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