Category Archives: Musings

On winter blooms

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Sparrows in the Sazanka in Snow by Ando Hiroshige


kismet |ˈkizmit, -ˌmet|

noun

destiny; fate

Sometimes that’s what it all comes down to. An image. An unexpected discovery. A fractional moment in time. Bijou, small and elegant.

You can step in and out of it in less than a second, but it is no less transcendent. One minute nothing. The next, a jewel.

It may be the smallest of things, in my case only an image that lasted a second, but it can be the catalyst for something beautiful; that one thing you didn’t even realize you were searching for or needed.

When the moment comes, there’s a shift. It’s tangible. Real.

It is important not to dismiss those moments. Do not label them as flights of fancy or underestimate their strength. Accept them. Be humbled by them. Follow them into the great beyond, because it’s those small moments that lead us to the extraordinary…

Like a flower that blooms in winter.

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On the changing of years

Fireworks at Ike-no-Hata, 1881, Kobayashi Kiyochika, woodblock print, Robert O. Muller Collection, S2003.8.1197

As I stepped outside at midnight, I heard the silence torn asunder all at once. An acrid scent of metal and smoke. In the heart of it, for the first time in thirty-three years, I felt the exact moment when the year ended so a new one might be born.

On ambrosia, beginnings, and the inner fangirl

Every year there comes a day, a singular, spectacular day, when you step out of your front door at the exact moment when summer has transitioned to fall. Sure, the process began long before you took that fortuitous step, but somehow you manage to tap right into the flow of it. It seeps in through your skin to the marrow of your bones, ravaging every nerve ending it encounters along the way. In that pivotal moment, the world stops. A massive silence drowns out every sound as one season shifts into the other, before the world takes a thunderous breath and is born anew; recharged, vibrant, and infinite.

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A Japanese Maple (Acer palmatum) in the Portland Japanese Garden, photo by Jeremy Reding.

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