The Japanese subdivided the calendar into 72 parts, each describing a specific, fleeting seasonal moment. I love how poetically specific and transient each of these divisions are:
March 16 to 20: 菜虫化蝶 Namushi chō to naru; Caterpillars become butterflies.
July 17 to 22: 鷹乃学習 Taka sunawachi waza o narau; Hawks learn to fly.
and my favorite:
November 27 to December 1: 朔風払葉 Kitakaze konoha o harau; North wind blows the leaves from the trees
I miss Japan so much and I can’t wait to return again. Read more about Japan’s 72 microseasons here.
Some days are not so good, then some others are just bad. It’s okay to feel that way; these are unprecedented times we’re going through together.
And it’s okay to slow down during this time and not expect our lives to be as “productive” as it was before the pandemic. And it’s okay that things will never return to “normal” after this because hoping that life miraculously reverts to how it was in 2019 is an impossible dream.
It’s also okay to feel like there’s catching up to do once this is truly over. Yes, I think there will be a lot of life to catch up on and it’ll be a good chance to think of what is truly important in our lives. It’s okay to reprioritize different things and different people.
So it’s okay to just sit back and do whatever it takes for this to pass. Minutes will turn to hours and hours to days and days to weeks, and we will eventually cross the finish line. Then it’s okay to reflect back on these times and be glad that we were okay while we going through it.
This isn’t my first blog so I’m no stranger to putting strings of words out into the internet.
I moved here, with a clean slate, because I felt an overwhelming urge to start anew.
To me, writing is one of the most liberating and creative forms of expression, but I am still not really good at it. It’s just easier to find an excuse not to write, and believe me, I found plenty in the past.
Here’s to a new start, again. I hope you’ll find these random ramblings enjoyable, or the very least, bearable.