Monday, May 28, 2012

My first night in Gyeongju, I dreamed about Danny all night.  It was so wonderful to see him, to talk with him again, to read his poetry.  He was the same as ever, with his gentle soul and sweet smile.  I awoke with a smile on my face, but his visit in my dreams made me miss him in my daily wakeful life.

For me, Korea will always be a place of loss, I think.  Even in finding Omma and Gayoung, that melancholy han still remains, still continues to remind us of what has been lost.

Eleven years ago, I wrote Danny's name on a tile that would be used to restore the Bulguksa Buddhist temple in the Gyeongju mountains.  Last night, he visited me in dreams, reminding me to cherish what we have--even the losses for the sweet heartache they bring.  Today, I climb the sacred mountain again to Bulguksa where I say a prayer for all the love and loss I am surrounded by.  Thank you, Danny.  Your spirit lives on on a tile constructing a heavenly temple, in the call of the magpies perched in pine, in the seaspray haze that shrouds the coastal rice paddies.