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…

Rain. Storm. Fog.

I could sit here and watch this all day. The way the rain storm envelops the countryside and the way rain shower soothes my soul gently despite the thunder. I woke up to a hot summery day. We had breakfast on our deck planning the hot day ahead. I filled a small pool to let…

Silence

Just as I sat down to continue my reading, a sudden shower passed through my neighborhood. I was about to read the chapter titled “A Thundering Silence” from Silence: The Power of Quiet in a World Full of Noise by Thich Nhat Hanh. The roaring sound of the rain shower waved through my backyard as…

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…

If I just let my thoughts fly…

I let my thoughts fly with no bounds. If I let it be, I could be dangerously close to committing something unreal. I guess that was why God had sent me a child. So that I can’t dwell in my thoughts too much. When I had all the freedom to think all my thoughts, I…

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…

Art Remedy

I search for music but nothing inspires me. I search for the words to get by this moment, but it’s fruitless. I am looking for some meaning, any meaning to give me a sense of lifting. I need an uplifting moment right now. I look out the window. It’s dark and cloudy. I remember the…

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…

Arise, Little Souls

In tears, I look at the painting hanging on the wall. I purchased the painting on the Big Island while I was living out there. It was my third year and I would soon sail away to move back to the mainland. The painting captured my heart when I first saw it. Under the moonlight,…