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Ikigai by Yukari Mitsuhashi, 2018

Giving Every Day Meaning and Joy

Ikigai is a traditional Japanese concept that embodies happiness in living. It is, essentially, the reason that you get up in the morning. This book is about finding your ikigai - identifying your purpose or passion and using this knowledge to achieve greater happiness in your life.

#books
#nonfiction
#happiness
#ikigai

Ikigai by Yukari Mitsuhashi, 2018

Giving Every Day Meaning and Joy

Ikigai is a traditional Japanese concept that embodies happiness in living. It is, essentially, the reason that you get up in the morning. This book is about finding your ikigai - identifying your purpose or passion and using this knowledge to achieve greater happiness in your life.

#books
#nonfiction
#happiness
#ikigai

Ikigai by Yukari Mitsuhashi, 2018

Giving Every Day Meaning and Joy

Ikigai is a traditional Japanese concept that embodies happiness in living. It is, essentially, the reason that you get up in the morning. This book is about finding your ikigai - identifying your purpose or passion and using this knowledge to achieve greater happiness in your life.

#books
#nonfiction
#happiness
#ikigai

Ikigai by Yukari Mitsuhashi, 2018

Giving Every Day Meaning and Joy

Ikigai is a traditional Japanese concept that embodies happiness in living. It is, essentially, the reason that you get up in the morning. This book is about finding your ikigai - identifying your purpose or passion and using this knowledge to achieve greater happiness in your life.

#books
#nonfiction
#happiness
#ikigai

Ikigai by Yukari Mitsuhashi, 2018

Giving Every Day Meaning and Joy

Ikigai is a traditional Japanese concept that embodies happiness in living. It is, essentially, the reason that you get up in the morning. This book is about finding your ikigai - identifying your purpose or passion and using this knowledge to achieve greater happiness in your life.

#books
#nonfiction
#happiness
#ikigai

Presence

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To arrive with something
Made by hand
A page where colors once
Listened to your breath …
A small painting carrying a piece of your day
Not bought, but felt, and gently given …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To gift a folded note, written slowly
With words that sat beside
Your heart for a while
Ink becoming warmth in
Someone else’s hands
A letter that lingers longer
Than any object …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To bring a pressed flower
From a walk you loved
Held between pages like a
Secret of the earth
A moment of stillness
Wrapped in paper
A memory, passed from you to them …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To offer a jar filled with tiny intentions
Little lines of hope, of courage, of light
So on heavy days, they can open one
And find you there, in a sentence …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
If our gifts carried pieces of our presence
Instead f things that fade
Without a story
A drawing, a word, a fragment of soul
Simple, and somehow, enough …

#roksanatales

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Wouldn’t it be nice?
Tell me!

Presence

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To arrive with something
Made by hand
A page where colors once
Listened to your breath …
A small painting carrying a piece of your day
Not bought, but felt, and gently given …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To gift a folded note, written slowly
With words that sat beside
Your heart for a while
Ink becoming warmth in
Someone else’s hands
A letter that lingers longer
Than any object …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To bring a pressed flower
From a walk you loved
Held between pages like a
Secret of the earth
A moment of stillness
Wrapped in paper
A memory, passed from you to them …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To offer a jar filled with tiny intentions
Little lines of hope, of courage, of light
So on heavy days, they can open one
And find you there, in a sentence …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
If our gifts carried pieces of our presence
Instead f things that fade
Without a story
A drawing, a word, a fragment of soul
Simple, and somehow, enough …

#roksanatales

.

.

.

Wouldn’t it be nice?
Tell me!

Presence

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To arrive with something
Made by hand
A page where colors once
Listened to your breath …
A small painting carrying a piece of your day
Not bought, but felt, and gently given …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To gift a folded note, written slowly
With words that sat beside
Your heart for a while
Ink becoming warmth in
Someone else’s hands
A letter that lingers longer
Than any object …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To bring a pressed flower
From a walk you loved
Held between pages like a
Secret of the earth
A moment of stillness
Wrapped in paper
A memory, passed from you to them …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To offer a jar filled with tiny intentions
Little lines of hope, of courage, of light
So on heavy days, they can open one
And find you there, in a sentence …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
If our gifts carried pieces of our presence
Instead f things that fade
Without a story
A drawing, a word, a fragment of soul
Simple, and somehow, enough …

#roksanatales

.

.

.

Wouldn’t it be nice?
Tell me!

Presence

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To arrive with something
Made by hand
A page where colors once
Listened to your breath …
A small painting carrying a piece of your day
Not bought, but felt, and gently given …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To gift a folded note, written slowly
With words that sat beside
Your heart for a while
Ink becoming warmth in
Someone else’s hands
A letter that lingers longer
Than any object …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To bring a pressed flower
From a walk you loved
Held between pages like a
Secret of the earth
A moment of stillness
Wrapped in paper
A memory, passed from you to them …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To offer a jar filled with tiny intentions
Little lines of hope, of courage, of light
So on heavy days, they can open one
And find you there, in a sentence …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
If our gifts carried pieces of our presence
Instead f things that fade
Without a story
A drawing, a word, a fragment of soul
Simple, and somehow, enough …

#roksanatales

.

.

.

Wouldn’t it be nice?
Tell me!

Presence

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To arrive with something
Made by hand
A page where colors once
Listened to your breath …
A small painting carrying a piece of your day
Not bought, but felt, and gently given …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To gift a folded note, written slowly
With words that sat beside
Your heart for a while
Ink becoming warmth in
Someone else’s hands
A letter that lingers longer
Than any object …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To bring a pressed flower
From a walk you loved
Held between pages like a
Secret of the earth
A moment of stillness
Wrapped in paper
A memory, passed from you to them …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To offer a jar filled with tiny intentions
Little lines of hope, of courage, of light
So on heavy days, they can open one
And find you there, in a sentence …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
If our gifts carried pieces of our presence
Instead f things that fade
Without a story
A drawing, a word, a fragment of soul
Simple, and somehow, enough …

#roksanatales

.

.

.

Wouldn’t it be nice?
Tell me!