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- The small community that began with the Namsan exhibition in September 2022 has become a precious space that helps people find direction in life through writing and meditation, as of May 28, 2024.
- Through this community, the author is discovering and learning to love herself amidst the fluctuations of life, and feeling the joy of living each day preciously.
- The author wakes up at 4:30 am, starts writing with the “Mimo” ladies, and greets the lively morning with a conversation with her husband. Through writing, she is recording the traces of her life.
I was struck by a sudden beauty.
The September 2022 exhibition in Namsan gave me a historical opportunity to change the direction of my life.
It was a place where I could never forget the small community members.
Life is really strange.
Maybe it's because we're beings who live like the wind!
We live as the wind blows.
Even as I walk the path I'm on, I find myself going in a direction I never thought of.
I find myself going in a direction I never thought of.
Looking back, I think it wasn't an unexpected wind.
If I had an accident on the road, it would have been the wind of my life that led me there.
It would have been the direction toward the familiar thoughts and choices that I had lived by.
Isn't it something like fate that we have to collide with somehow?
Like a fate that we eventually meet.
I have always been curious and enjoyed reckless and absurd challenges.
So, my footsteps led me to a place where people with similar energy gathered, and I stopped.
Dandelion seeds fly anywhere with the wind. Just like they bloom where they stop.
Isn't life the same?
Sometimes I meet you, sometimes I stop, I bloom the flower of my life and live as I have lived.
Isn't life about filling each day with the gift that is given to us like that?
Meditation Writing Mi-ri Writer
This community was also a place where my life's direction stopped.
When my life was shaken, my wind lifted me up when I was crying here.
The wind of time, which allowed me to find and love myself, has been precious in every step.
Both space and fate were painting my life sketch beautifully.
Should I call it a return to a forgotten place?
They say it's a new experience when this happens.
On the morning of May 28, 2024, my day began with writing.
I wake up at 4:30 AM, meet with my fellow 'mimos', and then spend time writing with the meditation writers.
I have a lively and refreshing morning talking to my husband who commutes to work in between.
I am grateful for everything I have now.
I record the traces of my life at the end of my writing.
May 28, 2024, 7 AM _ Thoughts of Gritkey who Designs Life
