the apology

Two women. One apology. One heart. #hiroshima

Two Owls Calling

Today, I had to craft a paragraph about Hiroshima for an international meeting that will be held in Japan this spring. Though it will be my first time in this country, I’ve long felt a kinship for its people.

As I researched the Peace Museum in Hiroshima, I felt myself swallowing hard, despite the fact that I’d already apologized. Once. To Seiko.

In the spring of 2007, Seiko and I were among 25 students preparing for our Let Your Yoga Dance instructor certification in the Berkshires of Massachusetts.

One steamy June afternoon, she and I strolled down the access road to the Kripalu Center for Yoga and Health underneath, beneath a canopy of leaves, each taking a turn talking and then listening.

On our way back, we paused at a resting spot beside a thickly-trunked tree. We took a seat on the bench, and Seiko turned toward me, saying, shyly:

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