People always ask, "Amy, what do you do all day long on that island?" I assure them there is never a dull moment. A constant stream of visitors, mostly foreign, come to Shiraishi Island throughout the year. Some come out of curiosity, others to escape the city or catch a glimpse of old Japan. Some want to trek through the mountains, while others come on a pilgrimage or to seek spiritual enlightenment, to feel the powers of the "kami" (gods). And because our island has deep roots in Shinto and shamanism, people usually find it.

Recently a man from Hawaii pronounced his love affair with Japan finally over. Unlike his previous visits, every turn on this trip had been a disappointment. He stayed here a week, and on his last day was blown away by our island's Bussharito Festival. "This has made my whole trip worthwhile," he said. He was in love again. I try to help people find their enlightenment via the powers of the island. And I expect to receive a commission from the gods some day.

Other days drive themselves, like when I was coming home on the ferry from the mainland last week. I was busy reading a book when suddenly someone whispered "Amy" to me from across the aisle. I looked up and saw the Shinto priest all dressed in his formal robes.