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I can only tell you what I hear

There we were once again. Entangled in the never-ending conversation (lucky me!) about what to do in life. How to be. That everlasting question of what our role is in the Universe.

Sometimes I wonder whether we would get tired of asking these questions and start being – or perhaps the asking is part of the being, part of the becoming. Anyway, back to the storyline.

“You are a consultant. You provide counsel,” you commented.

“Yeah, well, in what, though?” I responded, with that all-too-familiar fleeting doubt for self. A lightning response from the head.

“In a lot of things. In anything,” you said, lightly and confidently. There was some truth in what you said. You made sense. As always. You made sense to me.

I let your response seep below the superficial intricate labyrinth of thoughts. I could feel an interior change of gear. A more genuine response surfaced.

“I can only tell you what I hear,” I heard myself saying, with intent.

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Encore, Mbak Yun

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Some posts are worth posting in two languages, or more.

I would like to introduce a cousin of mine, Mbak Yun [Mbak means elder sister, a word we use to call someone (in this case a female someone) to show our respect). Mbak Yun comes from a simple family. She lives in Solo, Central Java, Indonesia.

To make ends meet, she and her husband do whatever they can. Going to the traditional wet market before dawn to buy vegetables whosale. Opening a small shop at their house to sell everyday things, including basic foods and gas for cooking.

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Mbak Yun

  Saya ingin memperkenalkan sepupu saya Mbak Yun. Dia berasal dari keluarga sederhana, tinggal di Solo, Jawa Tengah. 

Untuk hidup, dia dan suaminya melakukan berbagai kegiatan yang mereka bisa. Ke pasar sejak dini hari untuk kulakan sayuran. Membuka warung di depan rumahnya untuk menjual sembako dan gas. 
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Let yourself be the dance of nature

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The tree just stood there, awesome and strong as he was. He was quiet though. How curious. Why did he want me here if he had nothing to say? The previous night I had felt his vast-reaching presence and I was drawn to return.

So I did. Deep in the night. During these powerful moments before the dawn, with the moon finding her subtle way to shower her Light over me. But the tree was quiet. He was breathing slow and deep. His chest barely moving.

Go deeper within, he whispered. Be more silent. Be ever still. Relax. I concured, allowing him to guide me. My whole being reposed, planting its root solidly in Mother Earth. The night grew darker, and the tree even quieter. I did not know it was even possible.

From the kernel of such solemn quietude, the tree transformed himself before me, as if he was breathing out, or blooming. Continue reading

Glimpses of blessing

Sometimes I have glimpses of how blessed I am.

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The words above provides such instance for me. I read it and thought, “Hey, I am like that.” I live in a big packed city, work to make ends meet, and face various incidents in life, but I am like what the post says.
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