Wistful Wind

Category: Reflection

  • Columbia Blue Jay & Wine Table

    We haven’t been back to Columbia State Historic Park for awhile, on the same road after experiencing so much, the road seems different. It’s carrying my experiences now, that’s why, even though it’s same road, each time feels different. On our way out, we passed by an abandoned railway bridge, still hanging there like a…

  • Lesser Fullness

    May 21 is Lesser Fullness or Grain Buds, the eighth Chinese solar term according to the ancient Chinese calendar. During this term, winter wheat is becoming full but yet to ripen completely, so it is called lesser fullness. In this celebration, we cherish the portion that is full, while embracing the portion yet to be…

  • Shadow

    Finishing my morning meditation, opened my eyes, saw my own shadow and suddenly touched by my shadow next to the tree leaves’ shadow, like a painting. I’m not superior to the tree, we are both part of the cosmic play into being, grounded on earth, receiving the same morning sun, reflecting our shadows onto the…

  • On our hiking in the mountain, it’s a new trail, not sure where it will lead. Suddenly there’s green canopy, with sun trying to penetrate, sunlight is washing down the trail ahead, making it welcoming and inviting. The sound is also dramatic, the wind is blowing hard enough to shake and clap all the leaves…

  • Life is a Beautiful Thing

    “All things seem possible in May.” Edwin Way Teale Flowers are blooming in all directions in every corner of spring; radishes are sprouting out of the dirt, pushing up towards their new sky; a Grosbeak is hovering over the violet lupine carpet, spreading out its vibrant wings like an eye on the meadow. Life is…

  • Whisper of Spring

    The whisper of spring echoes between the tall grass and the low branches of an oak tree, and paints the vibrant lupine in the shade of the warm sun. Dreams leak out of the dreamer, time escapes from the timer. When wind softens the sunbeam, every angle becomes a portal, leading beyond time. A moment…

  • Sweet Peas

    Rising sun hitting on sweet peas, light up the purple petals and fine hairs glowing against the morning sun. There’s something tender but resilient, called life; there’s something fresh but ancient, called nature. Start all over again, juice up, pump up, Good morning, world!

  • Life Glitters

    In my night stroll, an Oleander is blooming red hot at night, like a glowing light in the dark. The Grapevine’s shadow is dancing in rhythm with the light breeze. Nature doesn’t sleep, life glitters where you shine the light.

  • Life Has Its Own Agenda

    May is a beautiful season, a season to plant, and enchant a flower or a thought。Honeysuckle are intoxicating the yard; on the apple tree, some blossoms still linger, some already fruiting; Mama dozing off in the warm spring sun; neighbor’s mariachi music running for the late Cinco de Mayo party or early Mother’s Day celebration……

  • Mother’s Day

    Mother’s Day reminds us where we come from. Before we are poised and confident adults, we wobble and struggle through childhood knowing that behind us, there’s a voice we can always hear, near or far: ” You are loved, just the way you are.” That voice soften edges along the path, and paints the sky.