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I don't sleep in the master suite in my own home---
the smaller closet is a small price to pay
for the morning light that pays me a visit each morning.

awake

Woke up early today
for no reason
other than to awaken
so i read
and posted pictures
to will my time away

the parting

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Moses is the authority of this particular event so I won't venture to be the expert but if i can imagine the parting of a sea, it would include these: rolling clouds, vexing waves, warm wind and peaks of a blue sky (for hope, always in good measure).

sabishisa

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[:sabishisa]

Won't you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree

-Basho, 1692

Over the rainy weekend, I indulged in sad contentment. I went for long walks in the rain. I didn't really mind. I love the rain. I love the the smell of the air after a good rain shower, soupy and mossy as if new things are ready to unearth itself from the ground. I love the comfortable patter of it raindrops on my window sill especially in the evenings. It lulls me to sleep.

Change is in the air. I can feel it in me and around me, among the people in my heart. It's a different kind of change, too. It's not the sort that springs one into action. It's the sort the burrows in quiet. I think it will be okay. At least I hope so. I found a word for it: sabishisa. I came across it in a book I'm reading about elements of Japanese Desgin. In the book it is described as a state of emptiness, like being lost in a boundless sea of nothingness, a state of utter spiritual poverty in which having nothing we possess all.

Lately everything I knew to be true seem to have a way of turning itself on its head to give me a new view. In a strange way it is comforting. It makes life interesting. So dear reader, forgive me, indulge with me, if you can, in sad contentment for this time of sabishisa in my life.

channeling beauty

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You will find these stone carvings on the pillars that welcome you to the tomb of the most hated emperor in Vietnam. I treasure most the feel of the crevices that make the ornate shapes. You can find plenty of these in museums but here out in the open sun dismissed as old and unimportant I run my hands through the surface hoping to channel the craftsmanship of artists long gone into my own. I particularly love the cloud themes.

who enjoys being a girl

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Bill Bryson says remarkable changes can happen in any time span, sometimes it is decades, centuries, milleniums, a day, the time it takes to sneeze, or the time it takes to decide which shoes goes with a favorite outfit. This girl will tell you that her 20-year old self would hate this shoe-loving, outfit-obsessed evolution but that's too easy an argument. Somehwere between the shoe aisles, in the rows of eye-popping 3-inch heels and beaded summer sandals, she found a new spring in her feet that had nothing to do with shoes and somewhere between the racks of pretty summer dresses, she lost her inhibition in speaking her mind and found herself fitting in nicely among many diverse groups and ideas. However it happens and how soon or how long it takes place, change is good because life is beautiful and life is short to waste on frumpy outfits that make you feel fugly. Now what do you think of this outfit?