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My fave poem is William Blake's Auguries of Innocence.

"To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour."


 William Blake, imo, has captured a truth that is usually hard to express in words, the universal innocence and wonder of childhood.    

And now that I'm an adult, I am still able to see the world in a grain of sand which is more proof to me that the eternal child is always present inside each of us. 

To see the world in a grain of sand.  There is a belief within me that the entire creation did arise from matter more tiny than a grain of sand. 

How can one look at a wild flower and not see a heaven in it? 

Holding infinity in the palm of one's hand could make the world disappear and reappear in another form. 

To hold eternity in an hour to me simply means disappearing into the wonders of this universe.  Lost and yet found, within the mind, yet beyond the mind, a point where past, present and future become oneness, brilliant oneness with the world, all this from gazing in wonder at a grain of sand.

January 4, 2010

How has my life changed over the past 10 years?
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Although I feel the same inside, a forever wild child who could fearlessly swing from one tree to the other but always very cautious when stepping into high patches of grass and marshes, I know I have changed tremendously (or to rephrase that...I became more aware of life and its many sides) during the last decade more than any other decades I have lived in this world.  

 
I have also achieved a lot more than any other decade I know of.

 
In the last decade, I made many an effort to climb off my high horse to sniff the flowers and also to gather some to make a daisy chain for my said high horse.  (I mean, if I am going to sit up there less, I want my horse to look smashingly good, k? :)

 
I have learned to give people as much space as they need,  scrunched myself up to give other flowers more room to grow and by doing so, I discovered that the sky is not the limit and that I could grow as tall as I wanna.  So watch out for me, Sun Deity. 

 
I have realized that below is no different than above although it may appear so, that sweet praise is just or even more effective than harsh criticism when it comes to making one strive to become a more flowing artist although both could have the opposite effect as well.  And here in this world of mine, I get lots of encouragement and praises from my buddies which give me the urge to not only to re-read my blog and correct any errors, it also makes me want to strive to become a better writer.   So perhaps sweet praise is just or even more effective as harsh criticism in motivating one to strive to become the best...  (I remembered this one time when my mom criticized me for not doing a good job with the dishes and instead of correcting the error, I slammed the dishes back into the sink and told her to do it herself.  Grr.  However, a few days later when I couldn't escape the dish chores, I remembered to pay more attention to the job at hand...oh...oh...but...my mother became the evil empire in my world.  U see, praise could have earned her a peg up my pedestal becuz had she stopped by to give a word or two of encouragement, I would have indeed gone over my work since I want to deserve all my praises :-)


I have kissed more feet than I could count and have found that although its a deliberate act meant to humble myself, that it had the opposite effect on me and that it was the poor feet I kissed that became the humbled ones.  Yikes. 

 
I have discovered that this world is filled with many flowers and that each and every flower is just as beautiful as me in their own way.    

 
Oh, I also realized that this world is very flexible and I could bend it better than beckham if I wanna.  So there, David, so there.  Actually, strike that, I am too lazy to bend anything stronger than the Beckhams of this world.

 
All by my wittle self, I discovered new virtual worlds which are all a great discovery considering that I am not even a gorl columbus but one little black bird nightingale who can't even sing to save her life.  

 
During the last decade, I have been practicing healthy living and eating habits, yes, me, a little brown mouse who can't cook but can certainly pick berries to save the whole world :)

 
I became aware that the grass across the road is not any greener, why its also the same bloody grass once you have chewed on it long enough.   

 
I also became aware that what I am doing is never enough, that there is endless room for growth on this planet and that life is great on every level. 
 
Okay, much more to be added later to this blog but in the meantime, I wanna say :-Hello there, 2010, here I am, all ready for more fun adventures and discoveries.  May the wind be on my back and if not too bad, I am gonna create breeze with my mouth.

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September 28, 2009

If you could stop your aging indefinitely, would you?
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I definitely would!  So there.

Although aging is another set of eyes that enables one to see the world gradually from all its splendid perspectives, I would still stop it indefinitely if I could because for one thing, we don't have to be an older person to experience old age.   Just walk a mile in an older person's shoes and you will see what I mean.  (And 'sides, old age already exist in each of us)

Sure, decayed flowers have its purpose, that of providing fertilizer for the earth so new flowers may be born, but I don't see the harm in having one immortal flower in its midst...;-) lol.

Yes, oh yes...I want to be like the sun, where death and birth and decay is hardly visible......but who am I really kidding...even these thoughts of mine will age, die and be reborn into new thoughts in a few minutes from now....


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August 4, 2009

What's your morning routine?
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I usually wake up and lie in bed a little bit longer to ponder God’s morning routine.  Mmm, what's that like?   Does He snuggle up, spoon, groan and moan?  Does He drag Himself out of bed, walk to the bathroom with heavy eyes?  After managing to  get dressed, does He crawl to his computer so he can write another annex to his universe?  


He does none of the above?  Huh?  Then why did he created me so I could do these things?  Omg!!!  This is so not fair!!!  

Well, too bad.  I will pretend that whatever I do, is exactly what God is doing.  Why should I have all the fun?

So yes.  Back to my morning routine. 

After I finished a whole paragraph on my novel, I sneak up and peak over God’s shoulders to see what He has scripted for the rest of my morning and lo, what do you know!  It’s the same darn routine thing.

The Devil who’s sitting not too far away sees my crestfallen face. “Hey you." He winks at me.  "This God guy has no sense of humor."  Another wink from the devil. 

I pout.  What else could I do?  Pout.

"Ah, don't you worry." The devil smiles at me.  "I will put a few spokes in the wheels of your morning.  That will sure make for an interesting climb up life.”

I smile right back with the devil, wake the kids, get them fed and packed, drop them off at school and drives off to work.

And that’s the way I like it, uh huh, uh huh…well duh…most of the time…
My Secret Garden

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July 4, 2009

What was the longest day of your life?
career woman me
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I would have to say it was the first day at work....my first job.  (Just thinking about it has me yawning)  It also intrigued the heck out of me,  waiting for busy aliens to teach me my next task, watching them run around what looked like a torture chamber, hoping they wouldn't forgot they hired me, that I needed their help to start making my contribution. 

Well...the good thing about that longest day is that I became aware in a whole different dark room....and now I try to make other people's longest day appear short and sweet......and breezy....and full of fun.
My Secret Garden

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