Inside and outside

My sea of experience is
in turmoil.

The soft ripples
on the surface
reflect the sun.

The boats quiver,
feeling the earth move,
down below.

Calm is not calm,
after all.



On the first day of the first month of a new year, I hope that in 2011, we – you and me – will let our voices be heard. They needn’t be particularly loud, but clear and truthful. That’ll bring all the volume you’ll ever need.

My word for 2011 is gentleness. My gut says 2011 is going to be a big year, so I will need to be gentle with myself and others if I want to make it through in one piece.

2010: unfold.

2009: courage.