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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.
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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……
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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.
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Spring Flower Sourdough
Love scoring my sourdough, that is joy overflow in action. I’m no painter, this is probably the only drawing I do, but carving on the dough gives me a sensation of creating. I listen into my heart first, then apply to my hands. It’s spontaneous and transcends like morning dew. That connection makes my heart…
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My Flower is Coming
The sun gives the bunny a flower, I’m sure my flower is coming.
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Jogging in the Rain
This morning it’s drizzling and I was hesitant to jog. But the temptation is so irresponsible, out I went. It’s not heavy rain, just enough to moisten the ground. The rain is shying people away, so I almost have the entire street to myself. Flowers being washed by the light rain, more vibrant, dark clouds…
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I’m Available Now
After just 3 days in the hospital, home looks renewed, life seems refreshed. Time in the hospital is a different time, it’s no longer clock time, but chores time: meal time, lab time, exam time, waiting time… Most is waiting time, as you are no longer in charge of your time anymore. But the home-bound…
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Lessons from Ta Yue
It’s been 3 days since Ta Yue’s passing, it seems like a lifetime without his presence. I started to reflect about time with him: he doesn’t have a lot of toys, he simply carried his toy wherever he goes, he doesn’t need much to be happy. Zhui Feng likes to somersault like a gymnist, Ta…