Sung Uni Lee
My desires for the life I am creating:
Fully in love.
in my Full Hearty way.
Writing to right my wrongs. Writing for levity. Writing to make sense of the less-sense.
I Love Riddles
Riddles are a super cute way to flex our intellectual muscle. They play with words, play with perspective, juggle concepts, are simple yet profound, and best of all, punctuate moments with some light humour. Borrowed from a child’s library, a book of best puns and riddles is a great read, a sweet tickle.
Balms Not Bombs
I can taste it before I start. The slightly springy texture of rice cakes, the perfect imperfection of handmade noodles, the rich briney, earthy broth, the silky texture of the most delicately poached egg. My mom is pining for Rice Cake soup, which we traditionally eat on New Year’s Day...both of them. Roman and lunar, although my personal sense of renewal seems more to coincide with the latter - something about not being committed to the same date, each year, feels right to my sensibilities. This is the year of the ox, lumbering in slowly, cautiously after the dynamic expression of 2020. Collectively, we are weary and worn.
Mountains or Molehills?
Today, our writing group met to write...epic fail! We did zero writing. Haha, I’m making up for it with rambling, essay form, testimony. Who is it for anyway?!? Myself, mostly, so let me announce my self-centeredness and get that out of the way. Moreover, let me respond further to my rhetorical question; it's for no one and everyone.
Lost Then Found
I first landed in his weary hands as a stocking stuffer, almost an after-thought of a gift. The other presents needed to be plugged in, turned on, ruled by a complex set of operations. By contrast, within my sleek, black covers, I was holding an invitation for the soul. I was fed by the human heart and by marks that spoke volumes or cried quiet tears.