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Last Thursday, my son woke up early and called to me in his still-morning voice, Daddy, this morning at eight forty-five is Mother’s Day Tea!
It is unusual for him to be excited about something like a Mother’s Day Tea. Special events tend to bring out what shyness he has, and he is not nearly so keen as his older brother on wearing a collared shirt and tie. But sure enough, he had even picked out a special sweater to wear and laid it on his bed.
My wife has been to a lot of these Mother’s Day Tea events over the years as our children have attended the same preschool in turn. Our youngest son is now five and starts kindergarten next year. This year’s Mother’s Day Tea was the last.
Later that same afternoon, I sat with my son on his bed while he showed me some of…
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the dolls I wanted
to put behind me,
but out of the house,
peach blossoms met me ~Ensui
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Coming, all is clear, no doubt about it
Going, all is clear, without a doubt
What, then, is it all? ~ Hosshin*
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Japanese Death Poems
In a discussion with Carol Jung,
one of the members of the Lamaist convent of Bhutia Busty, Lingdam Gomchen,
noted, “no one mandala is the same as an another”:
all are different because each is a projected image of the psychic condition of its author…
the mandala is a synthesis of a traditional structure plus free interpretation.*
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*A Dictionary of Symbols
Trans: Jack Sage