dance

In the warm afternoon sun, we danced. We danced in our small living room, while listening to a song by Lucinda Williams. Zen was at daycare. Mui was awake but was content on the bouncer. She was looking right at us and wondered why we looked so happy. Mike came back from his business trip a few days back. He was gone for more than 10 days. Dad was here helping me out and was a HUGE help, I mean he really was, but I'd missed Mike. I missed him so much. It is so good to have him back home with us. With me. Being held in his arms. Feeling the warmth of his body. His smell. Happiness.

Words

On a rainy Thursday, we took a taxi to Shinjuku station and went to see a film by Jim Jarmusch. It was a very slow but a beautiful film and I loved it. It made me want to write again. I immediately ordered a poetry book by William Carlos Williams, and it arrived two days later. It's a collection of his poetry translated in Japanese. A Japanese poet in the film said that poetry in translation is like taking a shower with a raincoat on, and I agree, but it's still nice. I read one or two poems a day from that book after kids go to bed. Funny how one or two poems can fulfill me... "It's just words..." said the bus driver played by Adam Driver, but without words, I realize, I don't feel alive.

News

What took me so long to announce this? well, finding the right kind of safety pins in various sizes and cutting out Zen's tiny mustache!

Anyway, Mike and I are very happy and excited to have another child (yes, it's a girl!) in...two months!