Across

Atlantic Ocean, Boston Harbor. 2010 Oct 10.

Oceans have always intrigued me. Named differently because they're somehow divided by the large lands that have surfaced over time. But they're connected. And yet I still glance over the Atlantic not with an entirely light heart, hoping that if I lay it down in these waters to rest, somehow it'll sail from here and end up on the West.

Pause

Full moon. Charles River looking into Back Bay. Boston, MA. 2011 June 15.

I read an article today about how we as humans in this technology-dependent world live such fast-paced lives. In constant need of constant stimulation through multitasking on our computers and phones (ironic and hypocritical, I know, as I'm doing just that). But the next time I wait for the bus, I will just sit quietly and peacefully. And take a break from it all, and just wait for the bus. And when I get home, instead of watching the computer screen illuminate my room, maybe I'll take a walk along the Charles, and watch the moon illuminate the sky.

Water

Harvard Dragon Boats. Boston Dragon Boat Festival. Cambridge, MA. 2011 June 12

It's nice to be living by the river. And no matter how dirty the water is, or how many people are sitting on it, or even if it freezes over in the winter, it's always moving.

Direction

Auntie Reina. City of Ten Thousand Buddhas. Ukiah, CA. 2011 May 29

And as we walk we roam and roam and hope we find the right way home.

Humbled

Schools at the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas. Ukiah, CA. 2011 May 29

I think Terry would understand if I told her I am putting grad school on pause, so that I can go back to learn the essentials.

Redwoods

Great redwoods of Leggett, CA. 2011 May 29

What an amazing feeling it is to be in the presence of life that has been around well before we began worrying. To feel what it's like to not feel any consequence of not having to think. To realize how small everything is that we think about.

Parallel

The tracks running in between and parallel to Albany and Vassar Streets. Cambridge, MA. 2011 May 20

I have forgotten people. Though I say that I really haven't. If I look far enough into the places I can't really see, it's all so perfectly reconciled. And yet these vanishing promises come flooding back to me.