I went outdoors again this morning, trailing that is… instead of taking photos of my usual trails, I tried experimenting with double exposure shots of the trees & skies. I was actually into lo-fi photos before and just thought of revisiting it today.
The simple act of walking has many rewards. It's a great low-impact, cardio workout, an environmentally conscious mode of transportation, and walking is a wonderful moving meditation. I am able to enjoy the sights and sounds of nature and feel the sun, wind, or mist, all while being intensely aware of my body.
Yet, walking meditation to me is more than just taking a leisurely stroll through the park. The result is a deep awareness of the body that carries through to a heightened awareness of my daily life.
I live within a mile to a local park, bakery, restaurants, goodies store and many more: close enough that my feet are my transportation. My travel time would be greatly reduced if I rode my bike or a car instead of walking, and several times I have been asked why I do not do that. My reply has always been that I enjoy walking.
My morning walks give me a chance to clear my head. I could worry about many things - family, people I'm mad at, money, or whatever is going on in my life that needs to be worried over, but I don't. Why? Because there's nothing I can do about it while I'm walking. I have to get from my house to wherever I am going and back: the trip is not something that I can in any way avoid. Therefore, my walk is a necessary and inescapable part whenever I need to get something from the store, bakery or just to go walking at the park. I use it to relax. Mostly I use it to breathe. My walk is the one time each day that I can let my mind wander - tension-free and where it will - and I can't make myself feel guilty about it because I am doing something that needs to be done.
Even if I always have enough time during the day to sit down and meditate or develop my creativity or whatever other endeavors the majority of the world would deem useless, unproductive, or a waste of time; my walk is the one other thing that is the most plausible excuse I give the rest of the world so that I can truly be me for a little while each day.
Besides, I have shared so many beautiful sunsets and sunrises with the birds; I have watched the leaves fall with the squirrels; I have seen many rising sun bring such a glow of beauty out of a tree that I swore I was in heaven.
My walk gave these gifts to me.
To solve a problem, walk around.
And this has been proven over and over.
I have found myself deeply introspective as of late. It must be this season of change and the thought of transitioning into an uncertain life ahead.
I loved how colorful this turned out and the "om" cut out I made just blends so well and gives the contrast that this page needs.
What's more wonderful than receiving these beautiful mails & parcel from friends all over.
Breakfast date with K at one of my fave cafés in town.
It was my first time to have this Japanese snack - takoyaki, just because an Indonesian friend recommended to try it from TenRen's Teahouse, she said it is really good. To me, it was kinda weird to be eating a somewhat soft balley made of wheat flour batter with octopus tentacles inside. What?!? yeah! Diced though, but I can see those tentacles still. I only ate one. I was thinking this was kind of a fried on a stick, just like the ones that I have been craving for - squid or fish balls from street food lanes.
And because I was a little frustrated with the takoyaki, I decided to finally get that fishball from the most faved street food lane in HongKong Plaza.
Craving fixed. Happy. Me.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone! Dag!
One of my life's mantras is...
NEVER try to FORCE yourself into a person's life, if I am meant to be there, I will FIT with no complications.
And I have been right all along because I just read a passage from one of Carolyn Myss' books, "If anyone tries to complicate your life, turn and walk away."
I'd rather run. Fast. Quick. And disappear.
Well, some of the days were left blank for a while because it was one of those lazy weeks when I have to go one day at a time and when "every day is different."
Late last year, I was invited by one of my artsy friends in Arizona to join a Traveling Art Booklet that she's hosting this year. So, yeah! I jumped on in and so far I had fun creating this first blank page where I have to art it and make it represent the artist in me. All I needed to add more on this page was my address on top where I put the California map.
The idea of this booklet is to pass it on to 8 other artsy ladies from different states and each one of them will have to create an artsy whole spread. And when all pages are done, this booklet should be sent back to me by the last page artist. Wow! I can't wait for that moment and show you guys the pages.
I too, will be receiving 1 booklet every other week and do a full spread for each. Isn't that fun?
Not a single week passes by without me going to this favorite local coffee shop. It is in those moments in my week when I have to be me, not having to think about the household chores that I have to do, some commissioned jobs that need to be done or problems to worry.
Chill and Relax. Breathe.
Bottle art has become one of my recent interests. The idea came to me a few years back but it was only in the middle of last year when I finally made a few samples and gave them as presents to family and friends on a few special occasions. The feedback were positive and so I ventured on to a more bigger scale.
These were a part of a commissioned work for a someone hosting a small HS friends gathering at her place. The bottles were plain and transparent to start with and she wanted them colored green just like the ones I gave her for Christmas.
It was not an easy journey though.
First, I have to scout and buy 45 different bottles from 3 different stores. Sprayed each one perfectly with a glimmer glass paint and it was only after 24 hours before I can do the real art work. Gathered all the baker's twines, wood cuts, blings, personalized tags and artsy tapes and conquered each bottle the only way I know of. Each end of those tapes were backed up with a double sided tape to make sure they don't peel off over time. So you see, it was one tedious, meticulous work which required so much patience and obsession. But it didn't stop me. All I had to do was make each one of the bottle art at my own pace, breathe, take a few minutes of break in-between and voila! Satisfaction.
For a prettier knack, I added in the bag three different bottles of sealed room scents, sticks in place on each bottle art and all wrapped in a clear plastic bag. Tied a ribbon. And humbly delivered them.