Grief – Inseparable She knocks on the front door, but she really didn’t have to. I saw her crouching there a few days ago. I can feel her presence before she announces herself. I didn’t invite her; she simply comes. She isn’t a respecter of persons; she...
“Your Task” Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. Protecting A long wind brushes its fingers through the trees in a stretched whisper. It moves angrily, shakes and...
“Are you thinking with me / Of the moon at the mountain’s edge?”- Izumi Shikibu (Japanese poet) Someone posted this beautiful painting on Twitter the other day, and it reminded me of this post I had begun writing a few weeks ago. * Recently, I...
The Japanese have a method of repairing cracked ceramics or pottery by filling in the broken areas with gold, silver, or platinum in a process called “kintsugi”. Here is what I found online about kintsugi: “The philosophy behind the technique is to...
The day blooms red. The tulips, bursting red on Sunday, remind me of blood that dripped that day…. And of the drippings of my own heart. Piercings by this world. By enemies. The deepest ones, by friends. Piercings he also knew, as a man. I need a salve, and I...
