Time flows, Beloved, To an estuary of hope. Time flows, Beloved, To the eternity sea. Won’t be long before we meet—
Time flows, Beloved To you through me. White beacon Blinks red at low tide. Wind says the woodlands miss me. Time flows, Beloved. Thank you.
Don’t take too long a time to fix an issue. Time wisely travels with those willing to appreciate a journey through action taking along with wisdom harvesting. Otherwise, it will bulldoze what’s not solved.
Dear January. I know you’ll transform with me who doesn’t want remedial lessons next year.
Is open, ready to burn
Rubbish. All is well.
Singapore – December 31, 2019 / 20:40
New year again? 😼
Although a year is just an agreed cycle, it has always directed a human being (me) to (nervously) plan things – end of year feels like a Management System practice for me: reviewing all the goal, action, gap, errors, plan adjustment, take away and self-scolding of why-this-why-not-that. Of course I’ve failed in many corners and turns every single year. Umm…. It doesn’t matter, lovely Self. 😘
And taps on my shoulders are enough to celebrate some success. 😘
Learning from my stupidity, I decided to make 2020 an incineration. A central waste plant to destroy each and every memory and/or situation that doesn’t serve my journey anymore. Decluttering!
I have a long virtual list of those needing to be burnt! One of them could be YOU! 😁
Thank you, 2019 for the ride and lessons. You are loved, you are remembered. Rest In Peace.
Happy New Year 2020! Welcome, this new Self!
Health, Love, Stock Price!
I wish you are all blessed through your own blessings.
….. One more: God bless all animal rescuers on earth! 💝