Gestures The Dust That Settles: Listening with Kokoro After the Wiping Wiping is not erasure, but listening with Kokoro. Through dust, scent, and stillness, we find what quietly remains. 2025.08.10 Gestures
Objects The Room I Never Opened: Where Kokoro Waits A pale band of light wavers beneath the fusuma. This is the room I never opened, where something still waits—quietly, beyond the threshold. 2025.08.10 Objects
Seasons The Weight of Rain: Listening to the Tatami with Kokoro After a Storm After the storm, the tatami holds more than the scent of rain. It keeps a quiet presence—something Kokoro hears without sound or reason. 2025.08.09 Seasons
Objects A Bowl of Waiting: What Lingers Through Time with Kokoro A bowl shaped by a shokunin holds more than form. It carries stillness, care, and Kokoro — waiting quietly, long before you arrive. 2025.08.09 Objects
Gestures To Part the Noren: Entering What Has Already Waited with Kokoro The noren does not shut. It moves, breathes, and remembers the hands that once lifted it — inviting us into a stillness that has been waiting all along. 2025.08.09 Gestures
Objects The Gift of Furoshiki: When Kokoro Is Folded into Cloth A cloth that doesn’t ask to be seen. In the quiet of wrapping a bento, furoshiki folds Kokoro into the moment—holding what passes, letting care remain. 2025.08.09 Objects
Gestures The Breath Between Things: Living with Ma and Kokoro In Japan, Ma is the space that breathes between things. In the quiet of a tatami room, two tea cups rest — leaving room for stillness and Kokoro to emerge. 2025.08.09 Gestures
Objects Where Light Settles: Living with the Shape of Shadow Kage in Japanese spaces is not darkness but the shape where light rests. It is the quiet form that remains, holding presence without demand, and where Kokoro begins to breathe. 2025.08.09 Objects
Gestures The Fragrance of Silence: Memory, Air, and the Invisible Kokoro Smoke curls in silence. Not to be seen, but to be felt — where Kokoro listens in the stillness. 2025.08.09 Gestures
Gestures When Silence Speaks: Listening with the Kokoro On an autumn night, the suzumushi sings beneath the moonlight. Through its quiet presence, we sense Kokoro — not in words, but in the stillness between sounds. 2025.08.09 Gestures