Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The End of Summer Feeling
Cartwheeling, Pajaro Dunes, California
call it an image
caught in a mirror--
real it is not,
not unreal either
---From Twentyfour Tanka by Minamoto No Sanetomo (1192-1219)
Translated by Hiraoki Sato and Burton Watson, The Country of Eight Islands
I remember in particular, a post in which you talked about going for a jog and seeing a man that you really did not know personally, but he blurted out to you that his father had died.
I remember thinking how much sadness and pain that man must have felt to share that with you. Well, I now know that pain as my wife recently passed away.
Just like that man, I feel the need to express it. We both used to read your blog because of the sense of peace and level headedness we both got from it.
Keep up the good works.
Many thanks for your comments.
I moved away from the town where I used to live, and no longer see the man who spoke to me about the death of his father. But I think of him on some days when I run.