Arranged, Beloved
Relatively beautifully—
Not always neatly

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graphs of my Universe
Arranged, Beloved
Relatively beautifully—
Not always neatly

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Is 24-hour day enough? There was a period of time when I thought it was not— it was like all today’s to-do list had all to be checked.
Now I feel a day with 24 hours of measurement is sufficient with the word “priority”. Which one should be completed immediately or later; what shall be completed by myself or delegated; how they must be presented: private or public, and other ways of how the 24 hours should be respected.
I’m feeling lucky to be in situations outside work with which I can put activities more freely: sleep can be less to allocate my reading time, meal can be done in graded steps (preps at night, processed in the early morning), language learning inserted among routine schedule (Friday night, Sat morning or other spacious windows), etc
Yet, priority makes some compromising.
My living room is full of books & paper & hobbies tools. My sleep isn’t always 8 hours a day (fortunately this is always a myth to me). Selecting whom to meet is a serious thing (I only have very few people I truly will spend time with or meet with so if my meeting with them is not fun or fruitful, I’ll give up those friends in the future schedules).
It’s Sunday and there are places to go with my nephew visiting me. He promised he’ll tidy up my books and accompany me running training. He knows he’ll have to follow his aunt’s rhythm that might not be something familiar but also not so new to him— One of those: he has to give up smoking during his stay.
Life is good with 24 hours a day. It’s a blessing that I’ll forever cherish. It’s where enigma and secrets reveal in the wished way.
Time, do stay.
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Love languages
Dig up the buried to see
What have tuberized.

I love learning languages although the mode is getting slower and slower. Excitement is still there; I won’t want to lose the spark to harvest what’s grown by a hope to preserve the way my brain works. All brains work more and more slowly by ageing but I won’t let mine lose its engines even before the end.
I’ve learnt Arabic & Japanese again. Arabic is a tool for me to comprehend the Quran as I see at times that the translation into English or Indonesian sound like interpretation rather than translation. I don’t want interpretation, I do translation.
Japanese is for me to practice something different because learning it I’ve been “forced” to use non Latin based words— hiragana, katakana and kanji make me actively memorize the lines, the curves, the dots, the strokes and the meaning with senses: listening, speaking, reading, writing.
I’d like to learn my own language: Javanese with which I hope to carve my image more clearly as a Javanese woman in this life canvas.; with which I find what’s buried in the hidden pockets of ancient knowledge
Time, do stay.
Just seen, not focused—
Life glides or slides through the days.
Grain fountain in jar—

Listed, Beloved
You’re number 1 after me.
Am I your zero?

my running playlist today
Hello, you! Dear love
Who knocks on many wrong doors.
You is a true door.

sometimes I’m amazed to see my playlists – so old…. yet they’re the doors to this old soul
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Exams, Beloved,
Visit life before lessons
That come as a gift.

2nd stop today
today was about medical exams & chats with physicians
alhamdulillah, all is well
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Fun under the sun,
Running, walking in circle.
Happy finisher—

my 1st 5K
fun!
Another sheet came,
Calling sight to decipher
The codes well written—

a spread of Kawung Kopi handmade batik
Kopi is coffee. Obviously this kawung batik is designed and hand drawn based on the image of coffee beans lining across a sheet, showing geometrical patterns.
The colour of sogan (earthy hues of batik) makes this pattern look magnificent and enigmatic— calling you to give meanings as how the pattern calls the vibes in you.

two sheets of Kawung Kopi handmade batik
Matur nuwun, Mbak Izzah
Banana flower,
Delicacy with story—
Once living fully

tada!

well mixed

lemongrass, galangal, Javanese bay leaves, shallot, garlic

removed…. one by one? yes, one by one, slowly with all my heart

removing the pistil that won’t be soft even after cooked

banana flower
All that has been set
Is summed up with a closure:
One more: rendezvous.

the sun set today summing up today’s lessons
Sitting, Beloved
In between two quiet spaces
Thinking about you

looking forward to seeing you

good morning….

beauty in silence

(maybe) didiscus

hyperacum

white baby breath

eucalyptus leaves

wrapped in pink

pink ribbon

silhouette is always gorgeous

closer

here is that that sits at the weekend accompanying some self learning
Among all the mess on a table
Sits silently a vase of
Five red roses
Talking to foliage
And nodding flowers,
Singing a prayer
For me
Reading the colours of the day.

messy table is a pretty background for a weekend bouquet
Dancing, Beloved
With you on an autumn day.
No word, just whispers
I’ve not listened to this song for so long until yesterday someone in my team teased me with this song. She said “I want to sing my song to you, it suits your vibe!”
I couldn’t say anything. What can I expect from a 66yo strong lady but accuracy of how she sees her junior?
I want to go to Japan again, walking around Tokyo with so a few words but many meaning in silence. 2027, please come soon. I miss my walking buddy a lot. 😁🥰
Conversing with you
Under the sun smiling shy--
We whisper out loud.

taming that’s within
They say
I can cry with happiness
Today I remade my mother's recipe
And I cried
With joy.
I could cry again for
You.

whole egg, perfect for today’s late lunch

it was yummy I could cry 😂

steam!

In Javanese culinary tradition we call this wrapping technique “tum” or “genem”

put some dollops of coconut cream

salted duck egg, cherry tomatoes, shallots, garlic, galangal, lemongrass, bay leaf, no salt & sugar added — banana leaf always makes Javanese cuisine taste & smell better
Flowers in a jar
Decorated with new leaves--
Does it bring new vibes?

the new vibe is “there are patterns traceable through dots & lines, hues & contrast”
01:01
I'm green, Beloved
Standing as young as a tree
After a shower.

being green is freshly thinking based on what’s my breathing brought me: peace & acceptance
Red round, Beloved
A dot where signal will blink
At a looking eye--

I bought a keychain of Daruma without one eye, wishing to draw the missing one soon when my wish comes true….
❤️
You ask me, my Love
What a heart I want to hug.
That that that sense
Senses as deep, vast, warm and clear
With a throne for it to roar--

roar? or meow…. 😻
It's dandelions
Waving me sweetly saying
"Your greeting turns me
To be."
They nod to my footsteps.
They wave to my breathing.
They be in this journey--
A chain of dreams
That fly to their home,
You.

yellow cuty!

dreams ready to go home

a celebration of meanings

it’s just everywhere — dandelions in Japan grass verge

some to be delivered
Bowing, Beloved
I to all telling me off
That I am lower.

I’m bowing to all, I’m in a lowest position to respect the whole universe–
Thank you.
Streamlined, Beloved
Raindrops slide down on bamboo;
Reaching their sweet home.

Dear Life....
Even if you're as gloomy as dull days,
I'll brighten you up.
There is so much colour saved for
You.

let’s start with yellow

then more…..

yet I truly know my colours don’t always make others’ day so I decided to be as bright as I can be & won’t let others’ colour bother me
Tea, Beloved? Yes.
Served with no sugar, with love
In a lovely day









thank you for the company!
be always loved!
How I thank, my love
To the spaciousness within?
Dancing or singing?
Or simply talking nonsense
In a morning cup of tea?

Soaring, Beloved
With this wind beneath my wings--
This breathing frees us.

Rainy nights, my love
Send music that knocks the walls
With a sweet greeting.

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