We rise out of bed to begin the day like a machine After the night’s rest to meet the demands on hand-biological and cultural Fulfilling the ever-present emotional needs That move the needle of the scale. Many things can be weighed, while many can’t. We are the cultural machine that weaves fiber into a fabric— … Continue reading New Year Ritual
Author: yennayi
I was born and raised in the South Korea and now I live in Massachusetts for the past 15 years after having lived in many different parts of the world. I work as a psychotherapist in my private practice. I just finished writing my memoir, "Ring of Fire" and waiting to be published.
Wings of Joy
In the frigid cold December whipping stiff winds, I scan the geography in the land of my ghosts Of diaspora longing for warmth and prayers That I don’t know how to recite and even their names. I called them Oma (mom) and Hulmoni (grandma) Throughout my life and even now. We look for a place … Continue reading Wings of Joy
Dust
At 74, nearly three-quarters of a century old, I’m sitting in front of our charming little white wood stove. The flame dances, ignoring the outside temperature, 19 Erasing the winter in New England. My thoughts drift, riding the inner current In the doldrums, the counter-current, against the prevailing trade wind. Our sailboat rocked, and the … Continue reading Dust
Ring of Fire 