A longing for one’s home during a period of absence from it.
Moving, the cause of such interesting emotions.
Too many of us get into the habit of holding our breath to hide ourselves.
What happens when we stop holding and start breathing?
Once, I was blind. Now, I see.
Using this time of year as an opportunity to forgive, to forget, and to let it all pass over.
Last week, one of my friends who came to visit picked up a gift for me: a book, Pachinko by Min Jin Lee, and last night I devoured it whole.
When did the world start moving so fast and how do we slow it down?