Here’s a picture of the flowers I ate. It’s a weird feeling, not that it tastes good or bad, but it just tastes so darn interesting because I never thought of eating flowers before. I would have preferred a prettier photo, but I had already drizzled fermented fish sauce (?!?!) on it, so it looks a little drenched. By the end of the dinner, I realised that however gross the name sounds, it is that fish sauce we have been using in our Asian / Teochew / Southeast Asian cuisine.
I actually have a pile of work waiting to be caught up on. But I am feeling so happy about life that I just have to relish in writing about it for a bit. Universe really showers many blessings that I could never ever imagine. I remember my skepticism and joking responses to Lynda’s words in the conversation before I started on this PP journey. It has only been a good seven weeks since that weekend, and I am already starting to see her + His wisdom.
She is such a wonderful mentor / guide / coach, who really respect my thoughts and feelings, and guide me according to them instead of brushing them aside. Yet at the same time dispensing such wise directions that really serve to open up my eyes, mind, ears and everything. And Gratitude is really a marvellous vibration to be caught in. I am feeling so light and fluffy and buzzing with hope about what life can bring in the future, it is indescribable.
It is fall / autumn and really the season of abundance – the counting of all the blessings bestowed after the hard work put in before this. I have always been counting the equinoxes and solstices, but this year it/they missed me completely as I was very busy with the earthly work life. Whether or not we pay attention to it, the season arrives; and whether or not we pay attention to it, the blessings still fall like golden leaves.
Every time I look back in time, I am astounded by how every little thing in our life matters – whether we had seen it as “good” or “bad” when it happened. One thing begets another – what happens now could not have happened this way had it not been what happened before that. (Well, it could have happened in any other ways though.) So yes, every moment in time is an important precious one. Just like me choosing to write, instead of do my work, sounds like a small little thing, but we never know whether anything in the cycle of things is time-critical of which is done first. We never know until it happens.
The magic of the Universe. Life is just so beautiful.