A Poem for Notre Dame

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In every great plumed tree
lies the coming, naked winter,
each beam of starlight
tells of a past no more.
The stately art of an era
bears out our name, rounds out
the body of our experience,
the effigies stand time still
while leaving us desperate
to climb into the world
where memories come to life.
When a great building dies
it pours madly into the world,
scattered in all the directions,
remnants of a collective dream,
of a the sacred space where
the history of emotion lived,
with all the hushed whispers
and reverential quietude,
the rapture of encountering,
face-to-face, the ripened fruit
of our grandest human hopes
and greatest earned potential.
Every single thing that exists
contains the code of its demise
and we do not know know when,
or how, or by what means
this destruction born of creation
comes to journey’s end,
only that we can bear witness
to all this life in its passing.
 
– Tammy Takahashi
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Japan Photo Diary: In Memory of the Ones who Were Lost …

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone

 

Today’s photo diary is a dedication to those whose lives were lost in Paris, and to every single being in the world who suffers.

A few days ago, my husband and I started a Gratitude Jar – every night, we write down one (or more) things we’re grateful for. This was my initiative, and my husband embraced it. And then he said, “Let’s turn the paper into ‘origami’.”

We’re in Japan, where origami paper is a dollar store staple. I have tons of it: I use it to make collages and various things, and haven’t really taken the time to learn to make shapes yet.

We’re writing on a mini-sized origami paper, which makes it especially difficult for the newcomer to the craft to catch on. Slowly, he’s teaching me to make one of his childhood favourites: a bird with beautiful, wide and elegant wings.

At first I was convinced it was impossible, that he was secretly adding paper, and using scissors and tape. Day by day, though, the birds are taking shape, and I can’t help but think, “How amazing, that everyday, we are making creatures that can fly.”

And so, in the name of freedom for all …

Much love,

Tammy xx