Hope

It’s a gray, dreary day; rain has been pouring down incessantly since early this morning. The kind of day one can get all too caught up in the likelihood of global warfare, the destruction of the Earth’s resilience, and the amount of oppression and bigotry in the world. As well…

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Small joys

One of my Christmas presents was a book: The Little Book of Ikigai, by Ken Mogi. The term ikigai refers to a Japanese concept of attaining one’s purpose in life. Within the first few pages, I was flooded with recognition. So much of this concept voices thoughts I’ve been trying…

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A ten

The nurses wheel her bed onto the ward. My first thought is that she must have come up from surgery. But she hadn’t been here before. She greets me cheerfully: a round Creole face, casually pinned up graying hair, a gold ring in her nostril, gold earrings, and gold rings…

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