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.
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. Continue reading →
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 →
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. Continue reading →