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Scent of Life
While organizing my perfume cabinet, it was like opening Pandora’s Box. My first bottle of perfume was Dior Poison; another is Chanel No.5, I love the name and fame; then there’s lighter scents from Estee Lauder, Pleasure, more light-hearted and playful… going through these old perfumes is like going back to the past, they each…
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Luxuriate the Simplicity
luxuriate the simplicity, press this moment into a flower.
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Collage
During heat wave, even the sunset seems steaming. While I was trying to take the shot, ran into an intruder, a hurry-some little skunk ran towards me, close enough for me to get a good shot. I had to make some gestures to hint to him that I’m here too. Off he goes. Next I…
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Summer Night
There’s something about summer nights, especially during a heat wave. The cool night air, very soothing after a long day of baking. The neighbors are active because of the heat: kids playing, people walking and chatting. The breeze feels heavenly, like a babbling brook after a long drought. Stars glitters like a stage setting. I…
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Fermentation
I’m a new baker and what I learned is: If the dough is well fermented, when you press on the dough, it will bounce back, otherwise it will not. I think the same applies to us, when we are prepared, even when things go wrong, we’ll bounce back, we won’t stay down forever. Life experiences…
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Life is Linear
Once I realize life is linear, the same road feels different. Pressing my feet down solid, I want to be sure footed, since I can only have this step once.
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Playlist
A friend is asking for my playlist. Feel flattered, someone likes my taste. Playlists actually show your edges, dance your joy, weep your sorrow, walk your walk. It’s a sound track of you, reflecting your inner scenery, changes with your life’s seasons. If you listen carefully, you can hear your own foot steps.
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Hide and Seek
“What you seek is seeking you.” -Rumi This morning I was greeted by freshly popped midnight lily; while finishing up my meditation, turned around, a sneaky cat peeking at me with only her tiny face between the fences. Hide and seek is the game of life.
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Morning Dew
In the myth of dawn, a pureness awakens with the new day, beyond right and wrong. It’s so pure you can’t name it, but you can feel it. Before yesterday comes back, before today spreads out, hover and nurture this pureness, it’s the essence of morning dew.