I Am A Body


along the banks
i am a body
scant against a breeze
flowing in the directions
holding a worn cloth
i am a body
blinded by midday sun
and truths are emerging
in the blazing sun
i am a body
untamed and uncontained
generous with my fire
on the river’s surface
i am a body
glinting and radiating
moving but not restless
in the river rocks
i am a body
unwavering and true
as time moves around me. – TS

One Step Changes the World


As we wonder about
all the big questions,
maybe lying huddled in bed
sleepless the depths of night,
maybe unable to see the moon,
glowing the world whole
through the frosted window,
there are tiny ants
building their civilizations,
leaves rustling in the wind,
flowers on the cusp of bloom,
hearts brimming and breaking,
clouds in ever changing
There is the single step
the genesis of motion,
made with countless
gathered at our feet,
that holy vessel our
Foot touches ground,
and the entire earth
is transformed,
and we are changed
in our deepest
awareness. – TS

My Street Japan. Day 21 {Photography project}

My Street Japan. DAY 21. Tammy T. Stone

My Street Japan. DAY 21. Tammy T. Stone

It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society. ~Krishnamurti

I don’t want to imply that it’s “profoundly sick” to use electricity, to have power lines in our midst. Rather, I want to call attention to attention itself, and how becoming aware of how we choose to live can make an impact on our choices of the future.

It’s hard to look at something anew when we have been surrounded by it for years, maybe a lifetime. One of the functions of photography, I believe, is to allow us to see the familiar in new ways, to see, here, the conglomerate of wires as a dance of contrast, a tangle of line of form, a link between form and beauty and function …

Once we can wrest our eyes from the tired, old ways of seeing, we can determine how we would like to see again …


My Street Japan. Day 17.

My Street Japan. DAY 17. Tammy T. Stone

My Street Japan. DAY 17. Tammy T. Stone

Some might say that convenience stores, or “conbini”, are synonymous with Japan. They’re everywhere. In urban centers, it would not be uncommon to find one at every corner of an intersection. 7-Eleven, Circle K, Family Mart, Lawson, Mini Mini, Sunkus – their images are the face of modern Japan.

And no wonder. It would be hard to think of what cannot be bought at convenience stores: full-blown healthy meals, cold or hot; hats, gloves, scarves, under-T-shirts for work, underwear, cosmetics, a million kinds of salty and sweet snacks, toys … oh, and you can use an ATM, print photos from websites and phones, buy tickets for things , use the Internet in a country notorious for lacking public, free Wifi is any kind … they are a one-stop shop. Seeing suited men buy their dinner after work, late at night, at the “conbini” is a common, and oddly comforting and cozy sight, to me at least!

Across the street from where I live, there is a Lawson 100 – everything is a buck, plus the 8 yen of tax, bringing us to the magic Buddhist number of 108 – until the taxes go up, that is.

Here, we are seeing the outside front of the shop, where a few dudes are hanging out and another is entering the store after drinking a canned drink (a story for another day!).