The Well: Part 3
Not everything is lost to time.
Hello there! Welcome to Dandelion Seeds, and welcome back to “The Well,” a new illustrated essay series about the time I walked the Shodoshima 88 Temple Pilgrimage in Japan.
This series isn’t like anything I’ve shared before, in that every chapter comes directly from my notebook from that trip — word for word, line for line.
As I transcribed my notes for today’s chapter, I kept it all in there: the words I crossed out, and incomplete sentences.
The little haiku I wrote after leaving Temple 88.
Even my penchant for writing in all-caps when there’s something I feel particularly strong about.
Often, when a journey is still unfolding — and there are still miles left to walk that day — there isn’t time for complete thoughts. There is only the drive to get it all down while it’s fresh, and the hope that not everything will be lost to time.
Until next week, friends — and the final installment of “The Well,”
Candace
What a caring woman to take your hand and walk with you down the stairs. Were your hands warmer from then on? I wonder if the sutras were healing prayers Thy Name is my Healing, O My God...) And I loved the last line: Open your heart to the world and it cracks right open in return. Lovely, Candace. Thank you.
How beautiful to read about your experiences, Candace 🙏❤ I suddenly had flashbacks of a visit to a buddhist temple in Nepal.. The same feeling of synchronicity with the Universe, as things just clicked to fulfil my hearts desires at that moment. The temple door locked and then just as we turned to leave in disappointment, a gong sounds, the temple door opens, and we get to sit in on a beautifu,l profound prayer service with bells and chants. And then walking down steps, we come across a little tea cafe and drink butter tea while shooing away flies! Forgotten memories, but you just helped me remember. 🥰🙏