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Trees
Strong, twisted, wizened trees withstand fierce storms and weather long winters. They gift shade to many and bring smiles to the kids who climb them. They give their breath that we humans may breathe. They are great, beautiful, noble in an unassuming way. Saplings see these and desire to be so; though young, they can…
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The best lessons have meaning in many contexts, and can be learned over and over again each time they are applied in a new situation, revealing some new facet of the wisdom they contain. I have a friend who is a warrior, and he said once that “One must sharpen his spear before he goes into…
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“I liked it better the way it was before, that third chapter,” Maria told him. “It was, perhaps, written better,” Glen replied. “But I had to change it. I have been given a story to tell, and I must be faithful to it. The new one is closer to the true story.” “What do you…
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1) take a deep breath; you never know. 2) take a deep breath; close your eyes; what comes to mind?
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There is a constant tension between going out proactively in what we hope is what we are supposed to do, and waiting, being still, and trusting in something to come. If a farmer prays for rain, he ought to prepare the fields, if he truly believes in the God whom he asked for rain. At…
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Today is the most polluted Hong Kong has been in the last two years. A typhoon heading toward Taiwan has trapped the contaminants here somehow; I guess the storm is pushing back the air which normally carries the bad stuff away. You can feel how dirty it is when you breathe. I never felt it…
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It is a nice thing to be able to sit back and think, ‘These are good days.’ It’s a honeymoon time for me in Hong Kong right now – everything is incredible. My limited bag of positive adjectives is constantly exhausted and overused. There are only so many times you can say ‘fantastic’, ‘wonderful’, ‘awesome’……
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things old places say
Do you remember those things we talked about, so long ago? I remember everything, you know; all the faces, all our conversations. It is a difficult thing, you know, to have so many pass through, to become so close to them and have them become so dear to me, and then to watch them go,…
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through smoke
It was a beauty best heard through smoke, with your eyes closed, remembering something from long ago – a hazy memory, more feeling and quick flashes of faces than anything else, a treasure which escaped fitting words and wouldn’t be understood by anyone around anyway (but was only the more precious for it). There was…
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The Street Man in Amsterdam
“You won’t find me on stages, in front of the crowds. You won’t find me in bars, under a wash of smoky light. Those places, those contexts, are meant for other people, other characters. But look for me after the show… look for me at the end of the night… down the empty roads, by…
hablando solo 