Tag: home

Beauty today, Love
Is about about colours and shapes
Softly touch the heart.

as close as I could, I felt a tap on my broken heart telling me “life is just like that, beauty lies on the tiniest part of your own heart, not others'”

at closer glance the colours gave me some soft touch on my heart who is longing for honest heart to talk about love, life with sufficient laughter

today I worked under a tamarind tree across a construction site and found a tiny beauty, a grass flower inviting me with its enticing colours

Heart

Learning, Poetic, This Person

My heart is a garden
Where flowers are nodding to butterflies and ladybugs
That need a ride to play.

My heart is a pond
Where lilies spread their pads to dragonflies and frog
That stop to meditate.

My heart is a cave
Where treasures are hidden from
eyes and ears
That crave for secrets.

My heart is an ocean
Where space is containing depth and width
That hug the abyss.

My heart is a home
Where songs are waiting for rhythms and rhymes
That long for a voice.

dear heart, be fragrant even when it’s around bad odor ♥️

A home, Beloved
Where heart hums to see beauty
In just greenery--

this is where my long weekend resides (Jogja, where Mount Merapi & Prambanan Temple are pinned)

where I bike & walk in my free time, Singapore greenery

Changi Terminal 2, the airport that I mostly take off to fly out before always coming back to my second home, Singapore

Duality, Unity, O

Learning, life, love, Map It!, Poetic, This Person

One, two, Beloved,
Numbers to start a journey
To the zero point.

With ageing I am able to feel the surge of high energy I experienced before. With broken heart I’m so thankful that I’ve got love in this heart. With thirst I appreciate how freshness of water cures me. With the stuck in the head I become more and more familiar that flowing is the only way to love. With scarcity I can grow sense of gratitude with even just a little hope in life.

It’s you. Yes, it’s you. None other but you that makes me. None other but you that puts meaning on the word me. None other but you that moves all this life within me.

How can I be feeling so detached….

If you are the one attaching in all my senses?

If you are the one behaving with this corpse?

If you are the one drawing a circle for me to circumambulate until the two dots meet?

If you are the one?

I surrender. I retreat.

You.

The Life List (movie)

Learning, life, Poetic, This Person

Life list, Beloved,
Not about glory or lost.
It's what truly costs.

I used to list what I wanted to do. Every year I made the list longer until I stopped as I’ve found primary list that I won’t forget to make come true.

One of them is writing my own book (I’ve written with friends in anthology books) so I’m working on it.

Another one is having a home where family and friends feel the true selves in them. My first house was but as it is located not in a preferred place, I decided to make a new one. Working on it–

Many more and I’m working on all of them.

They might come true or not as age is not predictable yet at least I’m working on all of them.

Sooner or later

Amen

Home, Dear Home

Dear Home,
Welcome me
With your warm heart
That beats with love,
And trust.

Do you know how I miss
You?
Your walls with my paintings,
Your ceiling with the down light,
Your floor with shine after vacuum,
Your roof after washed by rain,
Your fragrance that is me.

How are you?
Are you as spacious as before installed with furniture?
I won't add more.
Are you serene after some music played?
I won't play more.
Are you bright after curtain hung?
I won't put those too thick.
I hope you're still a home
Even after I come.
Even I hope you become more homey
After that.

Please know
I only wanted those loving to be here
But then that's not fair.
So you'll see bad people around,
I promise that won't be long and make sure one will only visit once,
And only very few.
Vibe clear!
So only those with clarity want to stay long.

Please know
I want fireflies to be around at night
So you'll be pretty with the tiny bright dots blinking cheerfully.

Please know, dear
Home
That you are built now
By this wandering self
With a loving hope
To meet
You
Very soon.

Dear,
Home.

listening to this song this whole day; yes I can do it to any song that builds a good mood

Sal Priadi’s songs sound like romantic mantra to me especially this one

The strength is his lyrics: simple yet poetic

Lyrics

Kita usahakan rumah itu
Dari depan akan tampak sederhana
Tapi kebunnya luas
Tanamannya mewah, megah

Kita usahakan rumah itu
Dari depan akan tampak sederhana
Tapi dibuat kuat
Dirancang muat, lega

Urusan perabotan dan wangi-wangian
Kuserahkan pada s’leramu yang lebih maju
Tapi tata ruang, aku ikut pertimbangkan
Kar’na kalau nanti kita punya kesibukan

Malam tetap kumpul di meja panjang
Ruang makan kita
Berbincang tentang hari yang panjang

Kita usahakan rumah itu
Dari depan akan tampak sederhana
Tapi penerangannya
Diracik begitu romantis

Urusan perabotan dan wangi-wangian
Kuserahkan pada s’leramu yang lebih maju
Tapi tata ruang, aku ikut pertimbangkan
Kar’na kalau nanti kita punya kesibukan

Malam tetap kumpul di meja panjang
Ruang makan kita
Berbincang tentang hari yang panjang

Boleh kamu keliling dunia
Dan temukan banyak tempat-tempat ‘tuk singgah
Sementara

Kamu boleh namai itu rumah
Selama ada m’reka yang kamu cinta
Di dalamnya

Kita usahakan rumah itu

A Home

A home, Beloved
Is never far, it's now here
In this very heart.

I thought building a house was easier than building a relationship. In fact it was as challenging. Even with money I can’t make it happen as a home is built also with love & trust; both must be there, the absence of either will collapse the plan & block the execution.

Korine Jati, my home, was planned to be ready some time ago but with some reasons, she has to wait patiently for some time to host the housewarming with my family and friends. Reasoning was made there (and beyond my capability to handle) but the actual thing is Korine Jati’s timing was not yet coming & I have to accept it without blaming anyone in the process.

It caused me problems by then & affected some aspects of life but now I’m ok.

Bismillah.

Korine Jati is restarting & with God’s grace she shall be ready within 2025.

To all that have helped in the process, matur sembah nuwun (thank you in Javanese).

I’m not resentful; I was simply upset. It’s just the way it is.

Thank you.

If

Learning, This Person

If and if, dear love
The silence breaks, I will fly
With true adventure.

if I am to choose an animal to be my daemon, I’ll always choose a cat

I don’t know why; I used to live with a cat in my small home in Indonesia before moving to Singapore, as my job was 75% traveling, I could not bring Bob with me and so my mother took care of him — one year later, he died

I still want a cat some day 💕

if I am to choose what animal I’m to be, it would not be a cat though

maybe dolphin so I can live in the depth of water while playfully jump to the air

me with a plastic of water — when I was a girl, I loved playing with water so much; almost everyday I put water in a plastic bag and pinched the surface so the plastic became spiky

this lil girl is my home, my sanctuary

A Home

A home, Beloved
The stove warms food and water,
The fridge cools the fruit--

Go Home

Where's home, Beloved?
Between colours in rainbow
Gliding where you are--

Jogja Is Dancing On My Eyelids

Learning, Map It!

I will be in Jogja by end of this month, yet her vibe is already occupying me.

Jogja, I’ll be there very soon.

Can’t wait.

But I have to wait.

as long as my home is not ready for safety and comfort to stay, this is my home in Jogja – d’Omah

it is not a luxurious place to stay, it is just a cluster of Javanese traditionally original houses in a village called Tembi in Sewon district

i’ve stayed in some hotels in the city, some resorts in jungle area and think d’Omah is my most affordable home

library that might not have the books i want but it provides some worth reading for other guests

my own home won’t have the luxury of facing the rice field, d’Omah does!

another luxury: a small river in the middle of the property

i enjoy the “noise”, prayer call is one of the best noise on earth other than the voice of the people i love and my favourite music

this is actually a luxury for me, in Singapore i can only hear prayer call in Masjid Sultan

when i am not alone in Jogja, i am accompanied by my best friend Mbak Roh who always wakes up before the morning prayer call so i wake up by her noise instead of by the “noise”

💗

loro blonyo – my home will definitely have one pair 🤍

the evening in d’Omah is mostly quiet and often romantic although i feel the lighting is not sufficient for me to read books

i learnt the lesson so my home will have at least two areas with bright lighting for reading: the study and the kitchen connected to the livingroom

a home is a place where this heart beats calmly and this body moves relaxedly

💗

d’Omah address: Jl. Parangtritis Km 8.5 Tembi, Timbulharjo, Kec. Sewon, Kabupaten Bantul, Daerah Istimewa Yogyakarta 55186, Indonesia

Love, No Doubt

Love is a mountain.

Stands still?
It does but it moves too to balance the center of Mother Earth.
No doubt.

Gives much?
It does but it sweeps too to clean what does not belong to the era.
No doubt.

Saves water?
It does but it stops flowing water to respond to destroyed roots.
No doubt.

Does good?
It does but it harms too to protect the heart of life, love itself.
No doubt.

Embraces beauty?
It does but it embraces scars and wounds too to celebrate journey and age.
No doubt.

My love is a mountain.
No doubt.

Mount Merapi (also Candrageni), Yogyakarta – i so much miss home i cry

💗

Home Sweet Home

Learning, love, Map It!, Poetic, This Person

Dear, dear Beloved.
There's a space all dearly miss.
It's a home sweet home.

I’ve tried inserting Jogja between my schedules since forever and now it is a dream-come-true.

There is a long to-do list for Jogja this time: checking if the orchids have rooted to the tamarind tree, eating gudheg, drinking ginasthel (legi, panas, kenthel = sweet, hot, thick in Javanese) tea prepared by my 90-year-old aunt, talking about my garden-to-be with my cousins, going watch Papermoon Puppet show and meeting up with batik artisans.

Yet to make it simple let me call it a not-so-short-but-not-long-at-all getaway to take care of my home project and to breathe the sweetness of village air.

Care to see my plan?

Here it is. Boring? That’s so me! 😊

Oct 25 (Friday)

9:45am arriving in Yogyakarta International Airport
noon to afternoon: visiting humble batik artisans: Ibu Tien and Mbak Izzah (any kind of sogan batik) in Imogiri then Mbak Fitri in Kasihan (batik nitik)
evening: eating gudheg
night: checking in and talking with Mbak Roh (permanent partner in crime in Jogja) on random topics until we fall asleep

Oct 26 (Saturday)

whole day with architect (Mbak Novi) in her gallery, my home then finally to Papermoon Puppet Theatre
evening: eating gudheg (again?) and whatever
night: talking with Mbak Roh, Mbak Endang and Agnes on random topics until we fall asleep

Oct 27 (Sunday)

whole day enjoying my aunt’s tea and home cooking in my father’s childhood home in Menoreh Hills
evening: eating gudheg (again??) and whatever
night: talking with Mbak Roh on random topics until we fall asleep

Oct 28 (Monday)

9:45am flying back to Singapore

I usually either give free class or tell stories to children in a small library in Bambanglipuro, but time doesn’t allow though. Skipped! Sorry, kids…. We love you, but I need to manage adult things this time. Next time ya….

Can’t wait to be home…. Jogja, please warmly welcome me like always.

loving the blue sky! view from the backyard-garden-to-be (June’s doc)

From Johor with love….

Missing Home

There are times when I just want to be home, doing things that do not look outstanding in the eyes of the world but feel the world to this tiny heart.

Maybe one week is good enough…. When when….

….makan gudheg saja trus nyiram tanaman saja trus minum teh saja trus ndolani tetangga saja trus makan pisang goreng saja trus leyeh-leyeh saja trus baca buku saja trus begitu-begitu saja eh trus keliling jalan malioboro saja — oh so many saja that can make life just like that 💕

I Can’t Yet I Can

Learning, love, Poetic

I can't talk about
You all the time,
People will think I am crazy
Or crazy about
You.

But how can I
Stop thinking about
You, while obviously
You are everywhere
I am?

blaming why a plate seems empty but actually full of unseen material

aka

what is wanted is obvious, but there is no way — don’t blame the guest standing in front of the door, blame the host not responding to the greeting

A Home

A home's, Beloved
Where door's silently guarding,
Hot tea's comforting.

it is very easy for me to feel home anywhere i am as long as i see an immediate chance to be calm — i can stay in different hotels in different cities/countries with no effort as long as they are safe and clean

it answers why i don’t enjoy wandering around too long in a market place like shopping mall; i feel like the market place is moving in to me

it also answers why i feel so home in WordPress rather than in other platforms

home is where my heart can tolerate excitement

Garden

Learning, Poetic, This Person

Garden's, Beloved
Where seasons play with the sun,
Weathers with the shade.

Japanese garden layout in Winsor & Newton water colour

i’ve always wanted a Japanese garden in one spot of my yard

i contacted one Japan contractor but they offerred USD8,000 just for the design for 11*2 size

i politely refused the offer and decided to work on the design by myself and transferred the USD8,000 to my own bank account 😁

now it is ready to execute; i’ll be working with a garden contractor to complete this task; i’ve also found moss and grain loval sources – see you in 3 months, dear Jogja

layout of behind study, near maintenance entrance — yellow bamboo bush will sing when the wind blows

layout of in front of bedroom — no grass, just moss, grain, a few boulders and shrub of hosta; the engawa is a perfect seat to contemplate either at dusk or dawn

after some time of hibernating

Rest In Peace, Sweet Soul

Learning, life, Those People

Tears are footsteps
To friendship
Or
Away from it.

Tears of joy,
Tears of sadness,
Tears of letting go
Repeatedly
Until letting go
Becomes breathing.

female, young, kind, intelligent, high integrity, humorous , pretty! A loving wife, mother, friend 💕

Rest in peace, dear Laksmi 🌸

#utangrasa

The Wings

Learning, life, This Person

These wings bring me everywhere
And also home.
These wings bring me adventure
And also joy.
What have your wings brought you?

finally home

it’s amazing to fly home

the peak of a mountain under my wings

the sky full of cotton under my wings

turning right with spreading wings

the sun under left wing

Last Train

I won't miss the train.
The last. A home is waiting
With a cup of tea.

i saw this scene very often from my room; last midnight was the most impressive when i felt so much love living as me with no one but me ❣️

From Home

The sun blares a loud red.
The trees hide a peaceful green.
The commuting enjoys the grey road
That cuts across an island.
It's a home
From which the eyes pull all colours
To the heart.

the sun, the trees and the commuting

Home

Home is
Where bird builds its nest
And enjoys all weathers.

—

almost home — landing soon

Sweet Heart

What can be sweeter than sugar
Except a heart that sings
In each of her beat
In each of her vibe
In each of her flutter

—

many minutes of delay mean a lot of tea, book and music — i am not with a sweetheart but always with a sweet heart

💕

I to You

If I can cry my soul,
It is only for
You.

I
Whose heart is made of
Silken nets miss
You.

I
Whose plane wanders
Circumambulate
You.

—

stillness that spins, noise that calms, memory that vanishes, emptiness that fulfils — all within

what’s missed has all been met at a point for a moment then time pulls the wanderer to keep the journey on and on like a subtle network full of signs and wisdom about the beloved

happy long weekend with no interruption

💕

A Guest

A guest, Beloved:
Someone enjoying your home
Then a warm farewell

—

it’ was either me or my friend the guest here; yet we both enjoyed today’s dinner so much

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