Shin Saimdang
In the smallest corner of my day, am I still making something beautiful?
📝ONGO's Reflection
To remember Shin Saimdang only as Yulgok's mother is not to see even half of her. Everything her age denied to women — painting, poetry, calligraphy, the education of her children — she quietly accomplished, all within her own room. Looking at her Chochungdo, her paintings of grasses and insects, you see the heart of one who handled the smallest things with the greatest care. She shows us how not to be made small just because the age is narrow. We too can paint our own grasses and insects, within our own rooms.
"A thousand li from my mother, in the depth of night I only gaze at the white moon."Shin Saimdang, 思親 (Yearning for Mother)
🌱Apply It Today
In the most modest of spots today — atop your desk, a corner of your home, your commute — make one small change. A single flower, one tidied cup. Saimdang's Chochungdo began with just such a single bloom.
