I’m not moving far, but it takes a lot of energy to uproot a home. Things appear that I haven’t seen in years, memories flicker and flutter, questions are asked, decisions are made, paint is applied, loose ends are tied.
Nonetheless, I took a moment this morning to scribble a haiku:
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packing things in boxes —
a profound and simple grief
this cool Spring morning.
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“When we realize the fact that everything changes and find our composure in it, that is the fruition of practice.” – Master Suzuki Roshi
Ephemera is offered freely in the spirit of dāna — a practice of cultivating generosity. If you are nourished by this work, your support—in any form—is deeply appreciated.
'profound and simple grief' it's perfect