One year ago I said goodbye to my tiny house in Kyoto, Japan. I spent countless silent hours in this simple space…listening. My old neighborhood in Kyoto was quiet. Not a sound to be heard from sunset until dawn. Both the rain and snow, even a couple of typhoons could be fully experienced. This was my own peaceful temple. It was here I learned to be q…
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