Beautiful Handmade wallets from Japan!

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My Japanese mother-in-law, fondly known as “Mi-chan”, is immensely talented at everything artsy and craftsy, and her sewing skills are second to none. Look at this amazing wallet she has designed/made – completely stitched by hand! And using amazing Japanese fabrics,  mostly fine cotton, traditionally hand-dyed … so great and compact for cards.

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Do you want a Mi-chan eco-wallet of our own? Please email me at tammystonetakahashi@gmail.com!

xo

Tammy

 

 

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On Remembering Who We Are.

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Maybe you are tired (you are not alone).
The brightness, the lighness of step
receded, past resistance, to memory.
It’s been like this maybe for years;
you’ve stopped just shy of wondering
what happens between the early years
of boundless joy and laughter, and now,
and why and how and by whose design
we’ve come to decide on a version of life
less saturated, sparkling and true.

But something stirs. It is inside you,
a gem that cannot be buried long.
It pulses, takes you on the first steps
of a journey you could not have known.
There you are, as if grace itself appeared
to lift the veil, and so you do. And see,
you are standing, has it always been like this?
On the lost wing of stunning remains:
a one-winged butterfly, larger than any legend,
resting for awhile on a mount only rising.

-tt

Move Through the Oceans of Knowledge

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all we can do
is make the brave, bold
and beautiful decision
that it is not enough
to know what we know:
that we must traverse
the breadth of the oceans,
not being content
to rest where we are, but
to reach all the distant shores,
and regard what we find
with the eyes of a child,
and the soul of a sage
who knows how much
there is to learn. – TS

The Unity of Seeing and Hearing

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i can’t always see it,
the array, the splendor,
for the thoughts that
wrap me in a bubble
of my own making,
for the worries that
know well how to make
clouds of a clear world.
 
i can’t always hear it
the melodious song
for the sound of my
own voice casting
sure things into doubt,
for the loud clap of
negativity i have not
learned to keep at bay.
 
but it is here.
it is always here around
me, and inside me,
a wrapping of sweet,
sweet senses
and i am here with
all of this, with the
pure notion of unity. – TS

The Other Side of Darkness

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I close my eyes
and the darkness
reverberates in my head,
consuming the anticipation
that leaps playfully in the sun,
flapping like clothes in the breeze
on a midsummer’s day.
 
The darkness enfolds
as darkness can ably do,
in not letting up, in laying bare
its breadth and expansion,
unlike the clothes in the breeze,
the chasm deep, void and still,
fear’s restless homeland.
 
I squeeze my eyes shut,
and the landscape changes
to a show of spectral colors
not veiling the darkness within
but assuring: we are always
here to meet you. We are always
where your journey goes. – TS

Thanksgiving Love

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The circle of gratitude
that makes a world
to be thankful for
and a person flush
with joy
at the bounty
she has made.
In thanks for autumn
blessings
the reminder of every
single colour of life
and of fading away,
and for the coming
winter
a white-washed time
for reflection
and making angels
in the snow.
Thank you to all
the ones who love,
are loved
and create this
ocean where we all
swim in love
together. – TS