A Gift That Keeps on Giving

There are very few things that bring me joy. On top of the list is probably a box of Korean books freshly delivered straight from Seoul, my beloved city. The day my most recent order of books arrived, I was in the darkest mood I’ve felt in years. I ordered them a month ago, when…

Something Just Like This

Snow started falling sometime during early Sunday even before the sunrise. I woke up to a winter wonderland. It’s been snowing ever since and it is Tuesday now. It’s like a long dream that I do not want to wake from. I always daydream of flying to Finland and visiting Rovaniemi for a long winter….

Starlight

These past weeks, I have been asking myself this question: Do those Mount Athos monks know what is going on in the news? I ask this question because I am wondering myself how much I should permit myself to know or receive the media feed. It hurts to not know. It hurts to know. I…

Floating on

Boxes are packed, stacked up high. Like a soldier vying for the opportune time to make a move, I await surrounded within the walls of my boxes of fortress. This has been my existence for the last few months. We put the house on the market, then the house was sold, and then came the…

Blueberry Mornings

The phone rings. It’s a video call from my cousin in Korea. I don’t pick up. It’s my usual response to phone calls. I rarely pick up incoming calls unless it comes from my direct family. You can imagine that my phone stays silent most times. Instead, I message her about 30 minutes later. She…

Effortless

If you have been my reader for a while, you would by now know that I am an advocate for an effortless living. It is not that I am an advocate for a lazy, slacking, timing-wasting lifestyle, but it is that I am very tired of being an avid activist for myself for so long…

Still, Isolation

Since my last post which was at the beginning of March, I find myself still in isolation. At that time, it was a self-inflicted isolation, and now it’s half-mandatory. Now, one in five Americans (as of last week) are living under lock-down, our new state of existence. How long will this last? It depends on…

Isolation

Isolation. A remote place. To be alone (Matthew 14:13).  An Isolated place (Mark. 1:35). The secluded place (Mark 1:45). These words pop right out of the Bible I am reading this morning. It was the condition of my existence for the last month. Not because of the Coronavirus, but because of the Flu, type A,…

The Victorious Hand

I finally woke up to the morning after. The morning that I most feared, even before my sister’s arrival from Seoul. My first thought after the phone call from my sister that she booked a flight to visit us was a deep fear. It sparked in my heart even before the joy of reuniting with…

A New Promise

In the midst of my sister’s ten-day visit from Seoul, my Christmas and New Year went by like a snap. It’s like I woke up from a very active and busy dream taken from several locations (New York City, Baltimore, and regions of Virginia) that featured all my family members. Now my sister woke up…