Being alive, Poetry

one who came – a poem by kim sowol

For your contemplation... one who came as i became older the one who kept out of sight, the one who hid in dreams— she came again. her face was flush, as before. her fingers were long and thin, and she lay in my arms as always— calm and unmoving. between us there is only silence.… Continue reading one who came – a poem by kim sowol

Living life, Nostalgia, Reflection, Spirit & Soul

The luxury of quiet … and choice

I am pretty lucky. I live close to modern amenities but not close enough to encounter sensory overload. I have flexible work hours. I have the privilege of choosing where I work so long as I get the work done, and how I work so long the work is of sound quality. With relative freedom… Continue reading The luxury of quiet … and choice