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…

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,…

Autumn Breeze

While I was half complaining, half getting the most out of those hot summer days that reach over 90 degrees, summer has passed and gone. I suddenly find myself on my deck in the cold autumn breeze. Even with my black warm sweater, I feel the shiver. My body is not used to this chill…

Sloth

I really like sloths. Recently, the word ‘sloth’ has become some sort of a keyword, a symbol for a life lived in leisure. If Hygge is for Nordic lifestyle, then sloth is the way to go in Central and South America. And the idea is catching on. We are always so busy, goal driven, breathlessly…

Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock

 Clock is ticking slow today. My daughter started coughing two nights ago and we are spending the first day of November inside the house all day. My expectation for this special day suddenly evaporated and all my agendas disappeared. Once the discouragement sank in and I quickly processed the disappointment of a full day in…

Treasures Hidden in the fields

Empower me to be a bold participant, rather than a timid saint in waiting, in the difficult ordinariness of now; to exercise the authority of honesty, rather than to defer to power, or deceive to get it; to influence someone for justice, rather than impress anyone for gain; and, by grace, to find treasures of…

Blue Sky in my Head

      I drove around running errands yesterday. After the sky poured out snow flurries, it revealed soft fluffy clouds still hanging up in the sky. After the heavy snow clouds have purged, what remained was pure lightness. I could almost feel the light brush strokes of the artist capturing the cleansed scene of…

Morning Magic

It’s such a wonderful time of the year. It’s perfect for reading, perfect for writing, for any activities you can do while sitting by the window where colorful autumn leaves are making their free fall. Now the trees are becoming bare, exposing their most vulnerable skin. It’s that time of the year- you feel like…

An Advice from a Writer

When asked if she had any advice for emerging writers in the interview with Washington Post, Joyce Carol Oates simply answered, “Frankly, no.” Then she added the following by the prodding of the interviewer. “The only worthwhile advice is the most general: keep trying, don’t give up, don’t be discouraged, don’t pay attention to detractors.”…

Lonely Little Duck

Not long ago, I was sitting at the big table alone in a cafe one early Saturday morning. I always go for the biggest table if I could because I like to spread out my computer, books, notebooks, newspapers, or whatever I have brought with me all over the table. On this day, I sat…