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A SEASON FOR CHANGE by Tammy T. Stone

On the clearest days, I can look out from my apartment balcony in Japan...

... and see the mountains one prefecture over from where I live (in one of the cities carved out of Japan’s few flat areas!). I relish these days, and delight in the faraway view.

Reckoning with the passage of time, of personal time, collective time, eon-spanning time, and also defying these passages as I find myself flirting with a need to hold on, so that I can try to catch up with something ever elusive … with what, then? Of course, everything is always in flux, no matter what our psychology wants or needs, and there is a sweet, sad beauty in this … these things were swimming in my mind as the words poured out.
Birds by the author, Tammy T. Stone

A Season for Change
by Tammy T. Stone


The years fall away
The trees grow wider
The birds leave and come again
To perch on the balcony and
Sing the spring away
Under the Earth, too,
There is great movement, fires shifting
Forces colliding
So the mountains move
The waters carve new passageways
Flowing in all directions
Like tears flooding the world
To the sound of our variously
Beating hearts
On a day like today,
With the air so still, sun a radiant
Galactic force
I see a streak of grey running
Through my hair, exactly where
My grandmother’s once fell
Like melting snow, and
The mountains in the distance
Look so still, like they’ve never
Moved at all.

Japan Mountains by Tony Hurst



Tammy T. Stone is a Canadian writer, photographer and chronicler of life as it passes through us. Always a wanderer, she's endlessly mesmerized by people, places and everything in between; the world is somehow so vast and so small. She feels so lucky to have been able to work, learn, live and travel far and wide, writing, photographing and wellness-practicing along the way. She invites you to see some of her recent photography here and to connect with her on her writer's pagetwitter and her blog, There’s No War in World, here.



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