Moments:
Mountains Unseen

June 24

With the last word of a morning chant, a light rainfall starts. A white bunny girl rests in its soothing sound, snoring loudly. The black one, recognizing that the active part of the day is just about to start, is already nervous. She can’t wait until I let her out to run curiously through the whole house and examine every corner, like she does every morning.

at the open window
a bunny turns her ear—
summer shower

The rain gets louder, a new day begins.

A touching poem that has stayed in my memory since I first read it a couple of years ago. It was written, printed and beautifully bound by my friend and poet Emily Hancock. It was published in the collection “even here, even now” by her letterpress, St Brigid Press. I feel grateful for this connection to the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia and incredibly enriched by all the conversations I’ve had with Emily over the past several years.

A calligraphy piece that I made for friends some time ago. The character means “human”. I practiced it many many times until one day I was suddenly struck by the simplicity of the brush movement and consequently that of the character, in stark contrast with all the complexities and difficulties of human life—particularly those that are self‑imposed.

Simplicity.

What else
is speech good for
but to offer a gentle word—

Today, the Moon rests
in the quietude of the night.