to be on the road of reality, yet the blur on the side makes it kind of dreamy.
to be on the road of reality, yet the blur on the side makes it kind of dreamy.
fun fact: according to them, there have been 17 Elvis impersonators who have visited this observation tower.
Her movements were imperfect.
Something about her didn’t fit.
My eyes deceived me then.
Unable to identify her beauty.
She was warmth and tough love.
I saw high standards and ignorance.
As I got older, I had to wear glasses.
To see clearly, the world beyond fog.
And what I saw was her outline.
A memory stands among others,
Of her love for life, her ease in existence.
Mistakes weren’t catastrophes;
The potential came after, “Now what?”
I see this often. On city streets, there’s always a crane craning its head into the spaces of the sky. Dust and random building material I don’t know of scatter all over the pavement and the areas are temporarily restricted. Reserved. I see this image symbolically today.
Although not always beautiful and sometimes unwanted, we build on. We don’t have metal guards reserving spaces for each transition. We continue growth whether we are ready or not; whether it’s for the right reasons or not. Although many of us will sustain a routine that is quite the same day to day, we are in constant change. Each day, our hair will grow longer and our faces age with each smile and frown. Beyond the physical, our surroundings change all the time. Our landscapes, our relationships and how we see ourselves are molded with each experience and interaction.
And without forgetting, we are always building onto our present and future. I think parents and guardians are good examples of this. Both caring for their young in the present, but also preparing them for the future in this ever-changing world. All of this stuff is amazing when I take a moment to think about it; how valuable time truly is and what we want to use it on.
As ever beautiful nature is,
Life’s challenges comes as easy.
In the midst of chaos,
There are also roses of care
Grown, delivered and received.
Streams of light still shines
Even in the last moments of sunsets.
Streams of water cool and calm in the night.
For a mere few hours, a new day begins.
A new path to create if we choose to.
Or an old path to follow if we do not.
Sweet egg tart dessert releases joy to palate.
With the softness of the yellow egg custard,
With the flaky buttery, shortbread cookie crust;
Too quick does this moment end with crumbs,
But the taste & memory still lingers on.
As simply beautiful as a waterfall is,
The movement has layers of complexities.
Starting as one long stream,
Each water molecule unites.
Traveling together as a whole.
As rock formations collide,
Divisions and barriers are created.
One stream becomes several,
Each traveling on their own path.
After several paths align with light,
They create the intangible rainbow.
Illuminating through each as they pass.
Becoming a whole new entity.
A creation of beauty needing both,
Not one or just the other.
Weathering through the imminent crash at the bottom,
Supporting and uniting together again like before.
Calm and peaceful waters drift along,
More different than before,
but unchanged in their element.
Narada Falls, Washington.
side by side, you both walk.
on your own, paving your way.
taking shortcuts when it made sense
and trekking the long way to make it all up.
bound by a connection unknown,
experiencing adventures simultaneously
creating memories others cannot feel.
secrets written in cryptic code
in a language only lovers speak.
What would I see,
If I was the tallest tree (in the world)?
My age is but a number,
But a great number indeed.
Thousands of years,
Earth’s changes I’ve seen many.
I am resilient, strong and reliable.
Withstanding weather beatings a plenty.
Come visit me and my family.
We are calming and wise.
A new connection to nature,
Will surely be a pleasant surprise.
The moment when all my wishful sentiments from the past years came true, it became a moment of complete surrealism for me. This was a personal dream I had for close to a decade. When I caught my breathe, my body suddenly acted without instruction and warm tears in my eyes quickly welled up. They were happy tears and they were out of control. I didn’t recognize myself. I luckily had a loved one with me who kept reassuring me that yes, this was real life. There are times even now when the voice saying, “I did it!” creeps up out of nowhere and I am still in a state of disbelief and complete gratitude.
Realizing a dream started with one goal. Soon after, it involved a lot of pressure. There was this nagging tension in my chest and mind to succeed. The biggest critic for me was myself. The highest expectations came from me, too. But I wasn’t ready. My heart wasn’t all in and I pushed myself anyway. For the first attempt at this journey, I failed. It felt so overwhelming and traumatizing. I felt vulnerable and bruised. I didn’t try again for many years after and developed a fear of it happening again.
But then something changed over a year ago. I’m not sure exactly how, but I no longer feared the failure. My desire for the dream was much stronger, even if it meant failing again and again and again. Logic won and decided that not trying at all meant never knowing my potential. And this time, I was ready. I believed it with all my heart. The countless hours of practice, study, worry, and excitement all played a crucial part in succeeding the dream. Because it meant that it mattered to me. This time, the dream came from a genuine place of happiness and belief from myself. The negativity evaporated (with some of it lingering) from a strong sense of knowing exactly what I wanted and why. No one can achieve my dreams. No one can do the work for me. I look back now and I think my past self wasn’t committed to the work needed to make it real.
When I started to finally focus, that was the moment it became realized. There were steps along the way that weren’t right. During practice, I fell and failed several times. I would get frustrated. It was all, unfortunately, necessary because after however many times of mistakes, I did eventually get it right. It was bittersweet. Those errors built up my awareness and my strength. The path finally aligned.
I do this thing when I see flowers. I love taking photographs of them because I like showing them to my mom the next time I see her. She was a really great gardener when I was growing up and even up until recent years. Due to her health and energy, she hasn’t had motivation to really focus on it. But I think it’s still her true love for sure. I remember I used to joke with her when I was little about how she loved her flower babies more than us kiddos and she would joke back. Luckily, she still cares for her indoor plants. Whenever I show her a new picture, she always has some information to say about how to care for them, how they grow or any special characteristics they have. It’s the best when her eyes open wide and she says aloud, “Wow, that’s really beautiful!” I love that and admire her constant love them; even though it’s changed from what it used to be.
The fabric was soft to touch,
It reminded me of warm laundry.
It smelled clean like towels and sweaters
Folded neatly and placed in drawers.
The resource warranty expired years ago,
Did we not want to renew the insurance?
The care instructions on the tags rubbed off.
Hand wash-only I think, but we now only use machines.
to love is to love. far beyond the woods there is light.
His presence lingered where he stood,
A space filled with a little bit of weight.
Crossing between realms of reality.
Being in multiple fields of visions.
Everywhere, yet, nowhere at all.
The young grow up so fast. When meaning of words defined for the experienced becomes habitual validations for the youth, you know the world is changing. Morning becomes noon which becomes night all so quickly. Childhood play time become study time becomes life time. All we want isn’t all we want. The mass becomes diluted into smaller sections of varying categories; here, there, and everywhere. Romantics become cynics and roads become blocks and no one becomes every one. Nothing is original, but everything we experience is never we have ever seen. Speak to me like a human. Hold me like I’m alive. Taste with your inner soul and never let go of what makes you, you. I believe in a little magic; one that cannot be predicted by algorithms of small beating particles of interlocking patterns we all are scheduled to follow. We are our own light in the dark forest and the magic in our wands. I believe we can change the world; one act, one person, one belief at a time. I believe the magic is you.