Yumi Okita, textile moths.
“When you take refuge and become a Buddhist , you become a refugee. That is to say, you leave home and you become homeless in the absolute sense. Of course, you can still be living in a very nice place, surrounded by family and loved ones, or at least by your cats and dogs or squirrels or horses or the wind. Nevertheless, in your heart of hearts, once you start this journey there’s the sense of leaving home and becoming homeless. Another image for that is the bardo: you’ve left the shore, but you haven’t arrived anywhere yet. You don’t know where you’re going, and you’ve been out there at sea long enough that you only have a vague memory of where you came from. You’ve left home, you’ve become homeless, you long to go back, but there’s no way to go back.”
Pema Chödrön, The Wisdom of No Escape
“A calm mind can be a busy mind… The problem isn’t having a busy mind, it’s when the busy mind is caught up in fear about yourself,
and worry what people think about you, and, “am I good enough?” If you’re full of thoughts about being useful to others all day and being content with yourself, well, please go for it. You don’t have a problem.“ – Robina Courtin
My grandmother, Phyllis (middle) with sisters Beth, Timmy, Rita and Lovey. Scotland, 1922.