along the path

Iris Peterson

Thinking, feeling, breathing... most days

Violin

I remember a desire to build my own violin when I was a small child. It was while I was drawing the scroll on a block of wood and feeling a tickle of recognition that my imagination might not be enough to compensate for lack of actual ability that I suddenly and deeply un...

As a blinking statue

People watching/ me watching/ bird watching. A stilled vision by the river flowing, flowing, flowing sound into my ears. Continuing to the next set of birds or returning to the last set of birds or staying, still. Each time as a blinking statue, feeling a deep connect...

be your happiness

A very many years ago, basking in the flattery of creating a profile on Facebook, responding to all prompts about ME and MY life and MY friends and MY opinions, I entered as my religion: "Tree. Pretty tree." Later, I realized it really wasn't a bad answer. It's a simple, ...

Sketchy

As an adult I've always held a curiously hostile attitude toward my sketchbooks. It takes an overwhelming compulsion to draw in order to push past my utter reluctance to do so-- and I actually really like drawing! Recently I've been cultivating a healthy attitude toward m...

Tis the season

It's the most, wonderful tiiime, of the yeeear... I love singing it, not saying it! Yes, I know, many (most) people don't welcome my enthusiasm so I try to direct my Christmas caroling to the dog. He may join in himself (he has a lovely voice) but he invariably accepts...

An eye for flowers

A month ago it's a flower bud that catches my eye-- nearly hidden in its sheath, delicately veined pink on pink, only two blocks from my front door. My visits to this flower bud become a daily meditation in footsteps and joy and slow progress. Astonishingly slow. The b...

Coming not-home

Bleak, sunless morning. Nothing about the gray feels like morning but I've been watching the night sky lighten since 4:30. My body is similarly ambiguous, physically here but loyally minding Kyoto time. I've flown "back" -- but not back home, as my travels tend to conclu...