That’s extraordinary. Doing ordinary things in extraordinary ways. But, it’s not even about the doing. It’s actually true. What we all know, and say, again again, yet still need to believe, remember, and then - practice. It’s about the in between. While doing what we love, being what we love, being with love - to let the verb of that loving, giving, receiving, noticing - let that infuse all the spaces within and around us, spaces that we often can’t even name or capture or grasp. But it’s there. Little moments. Little moments in the process, the margins.
Read More老家。
“Old home,” in Chinese. The place you came from.
That sense of nostalgia, sense of rootedness, yearning, longing. Longing for some kind of return, belonging, connection to something larger, ancient, timeless.
Read MoreA house is not just a house.
It’s a whole kaleidoscope of ordinary fairy tales. This is where it begins, and continues. Nothing here is static, or lost, or forgotten. The table remembers. The walls remember. The music remembers.
Fin,
da capo.
Read MoreRight here,
is exactly where you need to be.
“Little ordinary magic.”
Supposedly.
It’s difficult. After so much work, so much heart, passion, excitement, dedication in the dreaming of the dream, the anticipation of the dream, to then actually live it. To live it in the moment. To even comprehend or feel what is actually happening. Is it worth it. Does it even matter. In this exhausting effort to emote, to create and facilitate something we supposedly believe in, is the magic really there? Or is it in our heads, our wishful thinking. Are we just foolishly blowing the meaning of this dream out of proportion?
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