from: Tsurezuregusa – Essays in Idleness

When I sit down in quiet meditation, the one emotion hardest to fight against is a longing in all things for the past. After the others have gone to bed, I pass the time on a long Autumn’s night by putting in order whatever belongings are to hand. As I tear up scraps of of old correspondence I should prefer not to leave behind, I sometimes find among them samples of the calligraphy of a friend who has died, or pictures he drew for his own amusement, and I feel exactly as I did at the time. Even with letters written by friends who are still alive I try, when it has been long since we met, to remember the circumstances, the year. What a moving experience that is! It is sad to think a man’s familiar possessions, indifferent to his death, should remain unaltered long after he is gone.

~ Kenko, 1283 – 1350cropped-IMG_3045.jpg