Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Pared down to its barest essence, wabi-sabi is the Japanese art of finding beauty in imperfection and profundity in nature, of accepting the natural cycle of growth, decay, and death. It's simple, slow, and uncluttered-and it reveres authenticity above all. Wabi-sabi is flea markets, not warehouse stores; aged wood, not Pergo; rice paper, not glass. It celebrates cracks and crevices and all the other marks that time, weather, and loving use leave behind. It reminds us that we are all but transient beings on this planet-that our bodies as well as the material world around us are in the process of returning to the dust from which we came. Through wabi-sabi, we learn to embrace liver spots, rust, and frayed edges, and the march of time they represent.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
...most people don't know that there are angels who's only job is to make sure we don't get too comfortable, fall asleep and miss our lives...
we laid there and looked up at the night sky and she told me about stars called blue squares and red swirls and i told her i'd never heard of them..."of course not," she said, "the really important stuff they never tell you...you have to imagine it on your own."