Wednesday, April 23, 2014
seat of my soul hidden inside me
for years layer upon layer accumulating
shadows in corners
overshadowed feelings all tangled and snarled
lunar bloody eclipse
obscured silver linings so dark and dim
dawn proclaims a new day
awake and free i rise from my tomb of longing
Saturday, April 19, 2014
some new jersey seoul food
There are some great Koreatowns built far away from the shores of the homeland, but our most visited Hangul-friendly hangout runs along Broad Avenue between Leonia and Palisades Park, New Jersey.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
"You have been sent out by your senses. Go to the farthest edge of desire, and give me clothing: burn like a great fire so that the stretched-out shadows of the things of the world cover me completely. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. You must just go - no feeling is the farthest you can go. Don't let yourself be separated from me. The country called life is close. By its seriousness, you will know it. Give me your hand." ~ Rainer Maria Rilke, Before He Makes Each One
Yesterday was April Fool’s Day, an occasion I have long ceased to actively participate in. Yet this year I felt like the butt of some cosmic joke when we found ourselves at midnight bidding goodbye to my sister and our niece’ whole family at the airport.
As they disappeared past the TSA checkpoint to soar back home, I felt abandoned and bereft. My arms now empty of the warm heavy body of our two year old grandson were made more stark in the glare of the departure area fluorescents.
After years of making their home here, they were off to yet another adventure back home. Happy as I was for them, my acute loss prevailed. By the time we reunite for the holidays, our angels would have lost their baby fat, talk and walk.
Too many precious moments lost. Fly away home sweet ones.