The Quiet Land

A painted wreath of leaves and wildflowers
A contemplative journal · 2008–2024

The Quiet Land

The complete archive of Path to Oneness — sixteen years of a journal, kept exactly as it was written.

This journal began in 2008, on the day I had to put my dog Cassie down and needed somewhere to set the grief. It never really changed purpose after that. For sixteen years it held whatever the days brought: meditation and dreams, the long years of seeking, my husband George’s illness and death, the dying strangers I sat beside as a hospice volunteer, and the elderly I came to love in my caregiving years.

Nothing here has been edited. Some of it is plain, some is verse, some is only me thinking aloud in the dark. The raw phrasing carries the transmission. It is a quiet land. Come in and walk it as you please.

— Gertrude Hsu

With Cassie, who began it — a watercolor memory.
A painted garland of leaves and small flowers

Seeking nothing is everything.
Less is often more.
I do not need to seek what I already have.
What I do not have, I do not need to seek.
Seeking for love, for affirmation
From those who already love us.
Seeking God and God is there.

From the journal · May 31, 2020
With Berlina.
The river flows on.
The Quiet Land — a contemplative journal, 2008–2024