For a while, I lived right up in the clouds. ❤
Today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt is Open, and I guess the easiest to write about would be keeping hearts, minds, arms, eyes open.
In the nerdiest of ways, I flipped a page (my mindful dart) from Thich Nhat Hanh’s Reconciliation: healing the inner child.
Not sure what is wrong with these two days. So much dirt being pulled out from under the carpet again.
Here goes another Chinese proverb, “既來之，則安之”. It originally meant when people come from afar, settle them down and help make them comfortable.
Posting pics of zen gardens brought me back to the memories of my silly venture into zen-ness few years ago. The level of zen can be viewed at different scales of how a person does/sees/thinks things.
It feels very iffy to be navigating life with this intangible compass. However, this intangible compass has proven to be extremely reliable, even at times when it sounds extremely ridiculous to be following it.
The biggest one for me would be the butterflies everywhere – on the ground, along the walls, hovering the colourful flowers.
Welcome the rural life redux and here I am back in the farming scene for a breather.
It is strange when the clock strikes twelve (or whichever time depending on whichever location) and there is nothing to look forward to, cos time has come to a standstill on 31st May.
The finality of things. Today is the last of Daily Prompt. Ouch!
Of the (not many) years I spent there, I only attended one prayer ceremony once.
Us siblings are pretty close-knit, yet it is virtually impossible to capture three of us in a single photo.
Do you know that we can hold guilt in us unconsciously (or subconsciously), even though sometimes it is by no fault of ours?
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Where you are looking from, all the way to where the guard stands, is the thickness of that ancient Xi’an city wall.
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Today is not a busy intense day. Neither was it a smooth day. It was like a tipper truck dropped little gravels all my path, and I was tripping over them one after another. How annoying was that! Needed to find something more interesting to make up for this lack…
I have very lucid dreams of being in my natural habitat of an infinite waterbody all the time, almost like an escape from the land-locked world.
The animal farm I lived in:
Here are some of my fellow compatriots, some lived more equal than others.
Manhandling the thorny hard husk into breaking open; acknowledging that it really stinks at the core of the matter; finally tasting the sweet (or just) desserts after.
There is a place in the world where I have absolutely no business to be in, yet it feels so solidly comfortable, some place where I feel I belong.
Coincidentally, I very recently rewatched Tim Minchin’s UWA address from five years ago. I love his speech for the humour of course, the poetic rhythm, the wit, the wisdom, and the existiential realist he is.
Life changes; roles change; environs change; tides turn, over time.
The freezing cold scare last night brought back the warmth of a song from decades ago. I think being brought up in the equatorial belt is cool , with so much room for romantic concepts like this song / musical.
What better way to end an enjoyable Sunday than to share a lovely lively song that is so loveydovey. Here is a song about eloping to the moon!
Glimmer of the setting sun from behind very old trees. I accidentally lived right behind an ancient Roman gladiator amphitheater for a week!
Well, I really explore all sorts of weird things. Here is one of them: ever wondered what a carrot flower looks like?
Today’s prompt Incubate brings to mind two things – the fat chickens we reared who gave us fresh eggs everyday; and what Eckhart Tolle wrote in Stillness Speaks.
Some things are written in the stars. Yet it takes so many different conditions and factors for the life to play out as astrally-scripted.
As I type, I understand more about myself, and the world, and life, much more than I started out scraping the surface with each post.
(This is not a painting. yet.)
Dance like no one’s watching. Dance like the human feet can’t.
One of the most poignant lines was 爱深埋珊瑚海 – how the love was deeply buried in the coral sea.
Here is my favourite series of photos, which I have used many of them independently in my posts, and this one puts them altogether as variations on a theme. Theme Auguste Rodin and my favourite Burghers of Calais.
There were just too many colours and pens for one hand to handle.
At the rate life buzzes and bustles us by, silent moments are extremely precious. Knowing smiles, or acknowledging smirks, speak so much of connection and how intimately one knows another.