It’s grey and ugly and there are cigarette butts lying around. Other people’s mess. You lean into the exhaustion, so dry, so depleted. It’s been a long season of sorrow, joy, work, hope, and love– hope and love despite and still and always. You have nothing left. No voice to sing into the dark. But … Continue reading
I’ve been complaining how quiet the sunsets have been lately, meaning you have to intentionally head to a west view to actually catch color and flash. If you don’t set the moment aside, the light quietly slips into grey and then the day is gone and it’s time to turn on the light. Last night … Continue reading
The post-rain, post-dawn light is green around the edges. Less something seen than something felt on the periphery of sight. It is the filter of hope over a fresh day. Continue reading
We greeted the winter solstice in Japan on a small island near Tokyo called Enoshima. For me the darkest day of the year signals hope because it is the longest dark it will be all year and every subsequent day brings increasing light. As we fell away into night, Fuji slowly stepped out of its … Continue reading
I don’t have a bucket list because I so rarely know what are the things I need to do before I die. Rather, my list is one that I add something to after the fact because only then is when I realize that I truly needed that moment to make my life complete. This attitude … Continue reading
