Fun under the sun,
Running, walking in circle.
Happy finisher—

my 1st 5K
fun!
graphs of my Universe
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.

This heart is working
And resting while you're pulsing.
Never stop loving--

it’s a machine producing vibe in life, hope in every step — heart it is
She's a ghost within
Drawn with steps, breaths and thoughts.
Colouring a life--

a ghost within reminding me everyday that no one is perfect
a self portrait of 50% or maybe 0% or maybe 100% each day I touch it
looking like a ghost of my own dead
😁
How beautiful he is
Like a butterfly
Flying on a daisy
To another so lightly.
A daisy she is
Just one of the visited
Then forgotten
Like her own petals
Falling one by one.
Age, Beloved
Counts.

This love, Beloved
Flies from nowhere to your head
That thinks not of me.
Do I exist when you do?
Rose tint that will fade away--

the wish is for red roses but what’s coming is red butterflies that will keep the cycle on and on.
Pretty blooms, my love
Silently welcomes a smile.
Always surprising--

do you see the slim line? a stem of flowers to be – golden shower, the shower room gang
How can they be
Part of me?
Emerging
Merging
Like a history.
Who am I? Or who am I supposed to be?
Are those in possibly?
Or none?
Let it be.

Semar
his wisdom & simplicity — my #1 wayang kulit

Anggraeni
my #1 female wayang, a nobody in the wayang box, a loyal wife to a loyal husband — a humble abode for a humble soul

Anoman
he is a symbol of sheer devotion & vitality — what’s more do you want in life?

Larasati
an intelligent woman married to a superior man — still she is willing to be a humble background although she is allegedly much more skilful than her well-known husband, Arjuna

Sri Kresna
I used to misunderstand about his super wised-up character until finding him a mastermind of the biggest battle of a family — The Bharatayudha
no more Sri Kresna as my super wayang

Arjuna
I used to think a perfect man is like him until finding myself as someone who asks too many questions; no perfect man –if like him– can handle me
I let go off him long time ago
😎

Limbuk
I thought I was one princess in the wayang box but I am ok to be her — someone who is willing to be as humble as herself, fun as herself, relaxed as herself, witty as herself, confident as herself, flirtatious as herself, devoted as herself, mature yet childlike as herself, happy-go-lucky as herself
just like herself in herself wherever she is put to be

Bima
my father’s favourite
A cup of coffee
That I've never sipped-- yet I'm
Intoxicated.

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