After Sei Shonagon..

Things that bring tears to the eyes:

A subtle tone of voice shift revealing the nuances of thought behind a simple thank you.

Chopping shallots for soup.

Love and loss remembered in a song.

The scent of leaves in October.


Things that bring peace to the soul:

Mist rising off the graves in the morning.

Incense curling upwards.

Forgiving yourself for being human.

Not giving up.



I found a bit of peace tonight in simplicity. Making asparagus soup with careful intention, and joy in the taste of spring. Watching a movie that spoke to my love of art, calligraphy, love and loss. Wrote a bit in my journal and marveled at how good it felt to put pen to paper.

I've another day to approach anew once I've awoken.. hopefully I can remember to let death and its changes keep me within the bliss of the present moment. The sorrow will always be there waiting.. I can come back to it later. The joy, however, demands my surrender in the now, and cannot be postponed. Now I just have to listen...

Later.

-Me.