My husband and I were walking around the Imperial Palace East Garden in Tokyo and through the trees I spotted this couple sitting on a park bench. I asked him to take a picture. When they realized it, this was their reponse….I’m so glad he caught the shot. It’s a perfect example of how warmly we have been received and enjoyed as Ex-Pats from the USA living in Japan.
Deep within every human being there still lives the anxiety over the possibility of being alone in the world, forgotten by God, overlooked among the millions and millions in this enormous household. A person keeps this anxiety at a distance by looking at the many round about who are related to him as kin and friends, but the anxiety is still there.
Soren Kierkegaard, from one of his journals. (via poetgirl)
I have never in all my life regarded pain as something to be a steward of, Wow. This is an amazing thought and has opened up a new dimension for me. The best Liz Lemon “Twist!” in all the universe as far as I’m concerned.
Cherry blossoms are tiny pink and white flowers that bloom en masse and grow from the branches of the Japanese Cherry tree. As many cities around the world celebrate with festivals, picnics under the sakura and flower-viewing parties, Instagrammers around the world are capturing beautiful photographs of the short-lived blossoms.
In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. If we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame, our inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others.