Thưa Thầy. Tối hôm qua nằm ngũ trên đường về từ Mexico con đọc thấy Thầy viết hổi ký cùng ngày lúc con đẽ. Con khỏng ngờ được. Thầy...

Thẩy Thích Nhất Hạnh's Old Path White clouds

I know I bury my fear very deeply

Wed 5/1 Tonight I killed it. Broke the 1 min barrier :-) Friday 4/26 I haven't been swimming in a while. Forgot that by just slightly...

It took me 9 months before I could find a place similar to Central Park where I first learned to paint. Instead of coming via subway...

For a moment tonight I felt the possibility of swimming approximating painting as supposed to the other way around of painting...

Finally I can breathe a little bit. Imaginary burden and invisible stories are just so heavy to carry. It should always be my intention...

Over dinner last night Isabelle shared with me a piece of her writing on the nature of time for her AP English class. It was funny...

Painting is Magic but painting is really hard I reread the first line 12 years after Isabelle and Oliver were born and realized that I...

Nature is now my teacher. It tells me where I need to be. I am its embodiment

I know the work is just starting. I long for time to just let the brush touches the surface w colors, forms, intention and then let it...