Tsuyu no yo no
tsuyu no naka nite
kenka kana

A world of dew,
and within every dewdrop
a world of struggle

Issa (1810)

Hello! Hajimemashite and konnichiwa! I am The Solitary Kiwi. Douzo yoroshiku!

About me:

I like tea and comfy corduroy pants, and I read a lot. I like history, yoga, etymology, original practice Shakespeare, and knitting. I'm learning Japanese. I play the violin and (try) to play the dulcimer. I love singing, and I love to dance! Argentine Tango, bellydance, contra dance, waltz...

Nice to meetcha.

I would write you my love in a myriad shining lines,

Verse upon verse as fresh as swaying pines

Upon a snowy hill. And yet I know

I have no power to sound the deeps below

The world of vision and of flesh and voice

Wherein we wander. You, my heart’s first choice,

Are as the flowing winds upon the lea,

And as the ageless earth and shimmering sea.

So I shall sing with silence and will gaze

Through all the beauty of the gathering days

To the dim mountain and the quiet haze

Marking the final hour.

And you shall guess

That all our years have only served to bless

The wind and earth and sea.

All words are less.

-Ansel Adams (to his wife)