Proof of the incarnation. We could never embody beauty this way without an indwelling spirit. Just what I needed at the end of this sad and tragic year. Thank you, Yuzuru Hanyu.
Only a few days of this particular glory in the fall wetlands, before the fire burns out and the silvery smoke of bare trees remains.
Oh, and I tested negative for COVID antibodies. My grandson can rest easy.
Today, like every other day,
we wake up empty and frightened.
Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading.
Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
—Rumi (trans. Coleman Barks)