Wistful Wind

Category: Reflection

  • Strawberry Moon on 395

    I woke up this morning, longing to be back on HWY 395, where I was yesterday, with the strawberry full moon shining over me, Mt. Whitney and the Owen’s Valley. How I wish I can carry that moment with me. It’s a short trip to the Eastern Sierra, but memorable and fulfilling. After being awed…

  • I’m Already on My Way

    “If we stop for a moment, it is possible to perceive a pattern in our lives, the motivators that have influenced us become more obvious. We’re able to see life unfolding from both ends at once, coming into the present moment. But until we have got to a certain point of realization, this is not…

  • Life is a Vacation

    Packing is the prelude of vacation, you choose different outfits, picture yourself in it, your mood in it, wrapped in it. You are already there! While looking at my selected outfits: why do I only wear them on a short vacation? Life itself is a vacation.

  • Zoom in with Your Heart

    Mourning doves perching on top of the roof, setting sun hitting on their wings as they flipped them open, not sure if to enjoy the sun or the breeze. I can see their soft feathers tickled by the gentle breeze. There are three of them, like a gathering before dark. A squirrel came from out…

  • Radish Blossom

    Imagine being greeted by this pure beauty in the morning, like morning dew on a flower. I’m stunned by this radish blossom! Life finds its way to express, to explode beyond our imagination. Elegance resides in its upward growing, in simple being. Everyone is crowned in God’s beauty pageant.

  • Flow and Glow

    In my morning jogging, this half-blooming magnolia tree caught my eye. Maybe it’s the perfect lighting, sun hitting on the glowing petals, maybe it’s the sleepy blooming, maybe it’s the shining leaves, somehow it struck me to pause and reflect: a moment flourishing into a flow, into a timeless zone, where the dream stays untouched.…

  • 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…

  • Luxuriate the Simplicity

    luxuriate the simplicity, press this moment into a flower.

  • 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…

  • 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…