Life is not short
We start living late
By the time we understand life
The time to go will arrive
Monthly Archives: March 2020
You And Me — Opinions thoughs and ideas of an Introvert
“Numerous realms for Us to conquer, Numerous paths for Us to go.”
You And Me — Opinions thoughs and ideas of an Introvert
Mandala #96 – Flower
Cherry blossoms. Seattle, WA
Pre-wedding-BK & Heidi-by Ryan-W.S.W.H photography-Malaysia wedding photographer
Couple: BK & Heidi
Photographer: Ryan Chin
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Wedding photography – Actual Day – Pre-Wedding
Couple: BK & Heidi
Photographer: Ryan Chin
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Call/Whatsapp: 016-7177 626
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Wedding photography – Actual Day – Pre-Wedding
— department honors
real love
Love in english is such an inadequate word. I love sunrise, beach walks, animals and nature. But when it comes to humans we are fickle!
Romance and expectations taint our vision … we want it all on our conditions. At the smallest slight we ignore or fight. So I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended!
But was this real sincere love, acceptance of all their faults? For unconditional love understands we all have strength and weaknesses. Unconditional love is all embracing with NO expectations or conditions. It is universal and unifying and at this time of a major pandemic we all need to dig deep, reflect on what it is we need to abandon or keep.
How extreme and judgemental we have become. Too distracted by life and devices. Learn to love sincerely realistically without expectations or conditions!
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Isolation
My heart goes out to everyone during these difficult days. Stay Safe!
Do Not Give Up
Even when something seems too far out of reach, just about impossible, don’t let that stop you from at least going for it. If you do nothing by giving up, you may well have passed up a golden opportunity that would give you something you thought unreachable.
That happened to me yesterday. Here I was at my fav park with so many cars in the parking lot I was forced to park on the grass. No parking spaces were available. Wow I said to myself. I’ve never seen this! Did I leave cuz you know it was just too crowed and hey I wouldn’t be able to capture anything? No I did not!
I have been trying to get a picture of a Belted Kingfisher without any success for three years. Three years! These birds are SO darn smart and elusive that the moment you appear they are gone. As…
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Reawakening in Life
The glass has broken,
The chips have fallen,
Pandora’s box is open.
We’re all imperfect.
We are all chipped,
In all kinds of ways.
A pandemic arrives,
Sweeping away any
Fallacies that we all
Put forth in our mind.
Who are we?
Do we know?
Why are we here?
What’s our purpose?
Reawaken me,
Don’t hurt me.
Guide me gently,
Don’t kill me.
I am ready,
Willing to learn.
Willing to change.
Reawaken me,
Please.
–by Maria Mocha © 2020
I Weep for The World
Innocence is lost.
Chaos has ensued.
Tears are streaming
as the world is now
engulfed in flames.
A pandemic brings
all hidden issues
to the surface.
Finger pointing.
Politicizing.
Prejudicing.
Discriminating.
Fighting.
Hating.
All of these ills
brought forth now
make me silently
weep for this world.
I hope we will heal
from this pandemic
as the world dies
and rebirths itself.
–by Maria Mocha © 2020
Happy
this is how we live at home — Make Believe Boutique
You musn’t live so lightly, Spin your stories, tell your tales, Let them dance across the oceans And set the wind upon your sails. For every truth found on your travels And in the pits of your despair, In a shout into forever, Of “I existed, and I cared.” ~e.h. what is most important right […]
this is how we live at home — Make Believe Boutique
Photos and Short Poems
clouds and yet
enough light
to filla jam jar
with the last
of the carnations
reading Psalms
in the sunroom
fragrance of daffodils
poems we read
again and again
washing an old plate
the pattern
still new
different shapes
of the rose bush
and lilacs in the yard
they grew towards
the light
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Poems are by Ellen Grace Olinger.
Fear of Being Alone
Before we became human, we lived in trees. As we evolved, we lived in caves where we became more civilized, and we had fires to keep us warm. From way back then all the way until today, we lived in groups. We lived in families. A human living alone is more vulnerable to attacks from predators and other humans. The human psyche is programmed to want other humans nearby for comfort and protection. The fear of being alone can be considered normal and natural. But that doesn’t always make us happy.
When we are alone, whether by choice or otherwise, we must deal with the fear or discomfort that comes from somewhere deep inside our own mind. Long periods of solitary confinement are known to encourage mental illness. Thus, when we must be alone and suffer because of it, we need to develop an inner coping mechanism. We need to…
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The light inside the dark
Excerpt from ‘The Light inside the Dark’ – Roshi John Tarrant
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Whether or not our travels may eventually extend to the stars… our frontier now is the inner life… This inward voyage and the outer both have an heroic aspect. Outer voyages make new connections by which human beings achieve many ends — adventure, trade, conquest, and love. The inner voyage also makes new connections: it plunges us into an initatory space, the way youn boys were once thrust into the forecastle of a sailing ship; then, as the world we have known disappears, we are rocked and whirled around until the ship anchors once more in a harbor. We step ashore in a land that is not externally new but that our eyes, being changed, see in its primeval freshness. The interior voyage overcomes loneliness by offering us a place in the universe, where we can know ourselves…
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Letter to myself — Pointless & Prosaic
Dear Past, Future and Present Self, It feels weird to write a letter to self. If not for the Letter Writing Challenge posed in Blogging Community, I would have never done this. I would have assumed that you will know how to handle each stage of yours. There is nothing that lasts permanently. What I […]
Letter to myself — Pointless & Prosaic
— A Trail of Words
Frozen in time the wind has stopped the air is still there is not a single sound the sun on its way down at the end of a long hot day has stalled behind some scattered clouds clouds that no longer move the fields the trees are frozen in time and all wildlife is in […]
— A Trail of Words
Kaira Jewel Lingo
‘In those moments when it feels like there’s no way to keep going, that whatever is happening is too much, how do we touch into that sense of space? If we can breathe in and out, putting our mind on our breathing, we create space. We slow things down and let our nervous systems recalibrate and center. The external situation may not change, but we have changed in relationship to our external situation. And—this may sound weird—we can also create more time. This feeling of pressure, of stress, of not having enough time—it’s partly mind-made. It’s our way of looking, our way of being, that creates this. We get in a rush, we feel pressured, and by simply stopping or pausing we can create some spaciousness. Time becomes fuller. When we meditate, focusing on the present moment, we touch into a place that’s only accessible in the present moment, which…
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Need help with quieting my mind during meditation
I have started meditating again after a long time of avoiding it. I’m struggling with actually quieting my mind during meditation.
While meditating, thoughts appear in rapid succession, with the agitation associated with them. A lot of times they are splintered or inconsistent and I can’t and observe them. I can’t tell where one thought begins and another ends. Many of them feel painful or too jarring to let pass. Some of them are so quiet I can’t tell if my mind is actually silent or if I am looking at some shadow of a thought. Others are “sticky” (for the lack of a better word) and I can’t detach from them but instead keep coming back to them, in a loop. I find it harder to let go of a thought the more I meditate. It was easiest when I first began and gets harder with time. I understand…
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Wonders of Wandering 