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Dream
In my dream, I noticed this place that had rebuilt a temple, facing the grand gateway down the hill. I was even telling my friend in the dream, “they rebuild it?” So in my dream, I even remembered what happened in my previous dream. Dreams have memories, as I’ve never seen that place while awake.…
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Osmanthus & Guilin
In my meditation, I smelled our osmanthus, it’s like a swarm of mist, omitting in chunks of essence, but doesn’t stay. It’s like hide and seek, when you look for it, it disappeared; when you are not, it’s pushing all the way towards your face. Osmanthus blooms in fall. Whenever I smell it reminds me…
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Pinnacles after dark
That moment alone in front of mountains always soaks me with awe. It’s like sharing an intimate stare with an old friend who has seen so much more than me, and now he’s staring back at me, I get all his attention and solace. That hushes any noise in me, but the inner child of…
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Golden Hour at Pinnacles
When the trail is as high as the sun, the grass becomes transparent, the tree becomes a totem, the moment becomes gold. “Wind speaks through pines, Light animates granite. An eagle soars- It’s shadow crosses over us. All life is intertwined.” – Terry Tempest Williams
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We are just walking each other home
In my yoga class, one lady cried hard afterwards. She told me that just a few minutes of the guided meditation hit her hard, she didn’t realize how much she has been holding in, bottled up. I was so honored that my work can touch people’s heart; even more humbled to learn the power of…
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Earth Bound
When was the last time you tasted the sunshine in your bread, the prairie in your milk, the summer breeze in your grapes, the spring mist in your greens? How often do you eat with your anticipation of Tuesday meetings, your to do list or the argument from last night? How much now was wasted…
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Time Capsule
We went to Pinnacles NP, saw an interesting scene in our hike. There’s a hole and a foot print on the face of rock wall. Is it a fossil? Because it’s a vertical rock, and the foot print is going sideways. It certainly can’t be human, because of gravity. The size is too big for…
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American River & Coloma
Went back to Coloma, where the California Gold Rush started back in 1848. There’s certainly no more rush now, time is rather slow here. We walked around the big state historic park, saw some old buildings where Chinese used to live and work from the 1850’s till 1883. Stores that carried Chinese necessities, which also…
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The Books You Read
The books you read, like the people you meet in life, come at that certain time for a reason, to suit your season of life. Read it like a guidance, the book and yourself. When you are not ready, the book may sleep in front of you for decades collecting dust. When you are finally…
My Journey
I like to map my journey, keep track of my path, which includes my mind and thoughts.
This blog is to jot down things that matter to me, how I arrived where I am and how I process my stride. This is to leave my mark for this trip, for similar souls down the road that are meant to connect, through time or space.
This site is devoted to my father, the person who led me to this world and helped me to find my place.
An Author, Dreamer, Traveler, Dancer, Yogi…
My Books: “Wistful Wind” (English)
“Wistful Wind 2” (English)
“思念的风” (Chinese)