soon {8/22/13}

August 22, 2013Kelley Clink

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August 21, 2013Kelley Clink

one down {8/20/13}

August 20, 2013Kelley Clink

text break {8/18/13}

August 18, 2013Kelley Clink

Suffering is what happens when we are lonely and forget that we participate in the world. People often complain about love, or at least about its consequences, but welcoming the consequences is part of the game of generosity. The earth gives a Yes without regard to what is given back, and being a human is also a gift, not a purchase. Even the No’s we get are gates to the generosity of the world.

- John Tarrant, “The Erotic Life of Emptiness”

I have some images saved up, but this weekend I felt like closing my eyes. I need to see with my heart. I need this week's No to transform into a gate. I am waiting, world, for your generosity. Please don't make me wait too long.

categories buddhism, Grief, infertility
tags buddhism, infertility

romantic {8/16/13}

August 16, 2013Kelley Clink

I took a break from the August Break yesterday. To atone, I have combined yesterday's and today's prompts into one hell of a stock photo. Book, meet Floral:

paradox {8/14/13}

August 14, 2013Kelley Clink

There is something about the movement of leaves in wind that, paradoxically, puts me in mind of stillness. I think it is the hidden strength of the tree's roots, the deep connection with the earth that allows the branches to bend. Or maybe it's just that on a quiet summer day, when nothing else is moving, you hear the whisper like rushing water.

Uploaded by 30KASC on 2013-08-14.

home {8/13/13}

August 13, 2013Kelley Clink

People often ask me where I'm from (usually when I've just said something with a particularly nasal twang). I'm never quite sure how to answer them. I was born in Detroit and lived in the metropolitan area until I was 15. Then I moved to Alabama, where I finished high school and went to college. But I've lived in Chicago for 13 years--the longest amount of time I've ever spent in one place. And while I do my share of complaining (traffic, weather, crowds, weather, litter, weather, crime, weather), this place is special. There is an energy here, an openness of heart. There is grit and beauty. There are dear friends in these frozen winds. This city is home.