Poem #3 in “All One”. For all the indecisive ones out there, we will be fine.
Spending Thanksgiving away from Canada brings a whole new meaning to the holiday. When you realize that giving thanks is not about the traditions you have but the traditions you make.
Have you ever been so happy, only to be filled with a melancholy for fear this happiness is the happiest you will ever be?
The ghosts in Japan are many, their spirits trail you when you least expect it. Their songs tickle your ears, just when you think you are alone.
Nothing makes a better muse than love, in all its forms and fortunes. Thank you for being my muse for the past few months, you will be missed.
Fireworks in summer festivals define summer in Japan for me. A carefree and childish time, you forget, then you forget.
Mist, white as patiencedevours the mountains slowlyProud cedars, resigned to their fateaccept what they have comingEven as their comrades disappearEven as they swim,up to their necks,in the pale unknowingEquanimity, they breathe, into the silent surroundingMy body is glued into this momentif I peel away now I will forever be less like a sticker worn down …
When you have nowhere else to put your feelings because the one person you want to share them with is no longer listening. Then I thank the gods for inventing the pen.
If writing is holy ground,come walk with me through the fodder of your imagination. Come bear with me through the pins and needles that dig in to your sleeping confidence. Come smile at me even if your resolve is dissolving into pieces, even while the joy in your eyes melts and slides down your face, …