The Heart Speaks, Writing in Tears

    The heart speaks,¬†writing in tears. The voice of the heart is silent. It can only gesture. The heart is a mute. It cannot voice out. It is not loud, it is not clear, it is not exposed. The message of the heart is hidden. So many words are being swallowed up unspoken, or…

In Jesus, Always at Home

  Did you know that sadness is addictive? Your body remembers the ache, and the sensations that the deeply seated emotion arouses. It tries to recreate the experience even though you have no particular reason to be sad. So again, I sat in the quiet chapel unable to define my feelings because… I was not…

Twilight Love

  At twilight, there’s something about this town that reminds me of Seoul. There are lights everywhere– street lights, building lights, traffic lights. It’s a different intensity of brightness that does not overwhelm me. It’s soothing, even. It reminds me of home. I see the buses heading to the destinations, commuting cars heading back home…

Even the Water in the Swamp…

These are the words I heard on my chilly run this morning at the sight of a swamp near by. It gave me such peace. I post this still shivering from the shock of the freezing winter morning. May all my readers have a peaceful day today. I thank you for visiting me here. Love,…

May You Be Free

  May you be free from the memories that hold you back. May you be free from the memories that torment you. May you be free from the memories that are too dark May you be free from the memories that affect you.   May you go on, even when your heart begins to understand…

Finding Home

If there is any underlying theme in my incoherent pieces of writing, it is my search for a home. It is one messy search, I tell you. Of all the places that I have tried to make home, I was never at home as I was in the last place I lived in Hawaii. It…

Home, Here on Earth

The stars shone brightly in the sky, and I watched them through the crossbeams of the cabin frame. It was as if I were looking through the rigging of a sailing ship, maybe a coastwise schooner making its way down the Atlantic shore. I folded my hands behind my head and stared upward. Another gentle…