Fujiko Suda / Reflection

Back from summer camp

Swimming with dolphin, drunk with ice drink

Unforgettable Eyes

At this moment, John Masterman's eyes comes to my mind. It's incredible how I still think about his eyes, because I have never spoken to him, I've only knew about him for maybe 4 months when I lived in Oklahoma City at age 14. He was my classmate. I've seen many beautifule eyes. But through his eyes, I thought I looked into his soul, which was so pure, so innocent.

The gypsy woman who read my palms in Allentown when I was 25 had such piercing eyes, I felt my whole being read in an instant when her dark, black, flickering eyes gazed into my eyes. It felt as if she was reaching deep inside of me. She did not harm me, but I saw darkness as well as unquenchable mirth when I was drawn into her gaze.

I thought of these, because yesterday, I happened to be with my 9-year old's friend's mother, and she has BEAUTIFUL eyes! I mean, her eyes show the innocent child that she still is now. She isn't the beauty queen that draws attention of both men and women. But her beauty is particular in her completely honest soul, seems untainted. She's 47-years-old now, has given birth to 5 children. But she looks like an adolescent, looking as though she is still a high school student because she moves so lightly, and the way she looks at people, looks at me when I talk to her, the light in her eyes, her body language is like that of friendly, innocent girl.

I myself am steadily approaching the age of 50, yet I still have difficulty looking at people's eyes when I talk to them. I find myself saying things that the other person wants to hear when I look at the their eyes as I talk. In order for me to say what I think, feel, I have to look away, because everyone is constantly speaking with their eyes.

Example of Serendipity

Faith no doubt moves mountains, but not neccessarily to where we want them.

Mason Cooley, City Aphorisms

Joys and wonders of everyday life

Don't know what made me say, oh, can we come too? when Yutaro's mother said they were going to do fireworks at 19:00 that night. I had a lot of work to do. I was already doing enough things for kids for the day, walk in the morning, then taking them to the swimming pool on the bicycle. When we left home to join the fireworks gathering with my 7-year old's old gang from the daycare days, I wasn't exactly happy about going.

But I participated fully, and joy and wonders of everyday life unfolded.