I loved Crying in H Mart, so so much! And I love your writing here. I had no idea what a sub stack was, lol, and just thought Evil Witches existed in my inbox and on a website, never making the connection that it's a hub of sorts. So glad you're writing! I am trying to find my way back also...
Love this delicious assorted snack mix. So many flavors. I remember Sunrise Earth and couldn't agree more about The View From Breast Pocket Mountain. I could read pages of your personal index. Thank you for sharing this!
I've always loved your light-filled gravity. That faculty, well developed in you, comes across in your writing. It's spare in an artful way, with an intoxicating punch which, instead of impairing the fortunate tippler's focus and performance, invigorates and enhances it. I will send you the piece I just finished privately. And I can't wait for my American Tuesday evening's scheduled encounter with your Japanese Wednesday morning's rendezvous. I've/we've so much to share, so much to hear. Before I ever heard of "shinrin-yoku, (Japanese "forest bathing") I was a sold-out devotee (pun intended) and the forest took me to her breast. Ah, cherry blossom time in The Brooklyn Botanical Garden (TBBG), the spell cast by the panicle hydrangea, and the wildly seductive nostalgia triggered by the irresistible ivory silk Japanese tree lilac (syringa reticulata). My truant days far from school, seated by the loquacious stream shaded by the weeping willow, poring over Issa's haiku I'd borrowed from the central library, or lazing long looking at and longing long to pass through the crimson Torii's posts that start up from the shimmering waters of the little lake. Memories. Memories. You told me once when we visited TBBG how each time the forest bathing magic of the garden's unlimited delights gripped you, you would be amazed that you could ever stay away, as if its healing magnetism was covered over by the world crowding in on you. Memories. Yhs
Ona they really are incredible. And it’s taken so seriously here! Even viewing them at night, or when the blossoms are falling like snow in the breeze. Just beautiful!
I've read both books here from your recco. Wonderful! Also when that happened in Wordle did you feel robbed of the experience after? Lol
I'm glad you liked them! Re Wordle: to the contrary! I was geeked out like the whole day lol!
I loved Crying in H Mart, so so much! And I love your writing here. I had no idea what a sub stack was, lol, and just thought Evil Witches existed in my inbox and on a website, never making the connection that it's a hub of sorts. So glad you're writing! I am trying to find my way back also...
Thank you Dana! Come on over to substack! Can't wait to read more of your writing!
Love this delicious assorted snack mix. So many flavors. I remember Sunrise Earth and couldn't agree more about The View From Breast Pocket Mountain. I could read pages of your personal index. Thank you for sharing this!
Lorraine you must write a Personal Index! Re: Sunrise Earth - I mean really, why did they ever take this off the air?
I've always loved your light-filled gravity. That faculty, well developed in you, comes across in your writing. It's spare in an artful way, with an intoxicating punch which, instead of impairing the fortunate tippler's focus and performance, invigorates and enhances it. I will send you the piece I just finished privately. And I can't wait for my American Tuesday evening's scheduled encounter with your Japanese Wednesday morning's rendezvous. I've/we've so much to share, so much to hear. Before I ever heard of "shinrin-yoku, (Japanese "forest bathing") I was a sold-out devotee (pun intended) and the forest took me to her breast. Ah, cherry blossom time in The Brooklyn Botanical Garden (TBBG), the spell cast by the panicle hydrangea, and the wildly seductive nostalgia triggered by the irresistible ivory silk Japanese tree lilac (syringa reticulata). My truant days far from school, seated by the loquacious stream shaded by the weeping willow, poring over Issa's haiku I'd borrowed from the central library, or lazing long looking at and longing long to pass through the crimson Torii's posts that start up from the shimmering waters of the little lake. Memories. Memories. You told me once when we visited TBBG how each time the forest bathing magic of the garden's unlimited delights gripped you, you would be amazed that you could ever stay away, as if its healing magnetism was covered over by the world crowding in on you. Memories. Yhs
TBBBG is one of my favorite places on earth, that is a love we share. love u, talk soon :)
Loved cherry blossom season when I was there. This post was a delight. They all are…just like you.
Lolita ☺️❤️ my friend! Thank you!
I wanna see the cherry blossoms! I'll even dress up!
Ona they really are incredible. And it’s taken so seriously here! Even viewing them at night, or when the blossoms are falling like snow in the breeze. Just beautiful!