Dark night starts early In fall when red leaves sway down To earth cooling off.
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pretty crimson leaves covering the earth somewhere (from Pinterest)
While normally talking about spirituality and self love, one day one bestie and I conversed about money. To me she appears much more calculating than all of us in the circle. She manages her money very carefully and (of course) influences her friends to do so.
βIf we feel ready with both predictable and measured emergency issues, we can feel good in more time than not.β 100% agree!
She is one of two besties teaching us to save at least 12-month income for emergency, fully pay all the loan the soonest possible, stay liquid rather than fixed (assets), not lend any assets to anyone anymore even with oneβs emergency reason. I stubbornly disagreed with last one.
And she said all should be done soon because 2023 seems gloomy.
I didnβt take her words until watching a bunch of YouTube videos about financial analysis and forecast by experts and practitioners for the past two years.
Not hoping the darkness happens but there is no harm to prepare the umbrella before it rains.
Opening the door, She finds books and thesaurus Stacked high to the sky.
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What else is this life mainly but library? Read your books! π
βRead your booksβ is excepted from one Quran verse βRead your records (the word kitabaka can also mean your books or your scrolls). You alone are sufficient this day to take account of yourselfβ that implies self observation, self evaluation, self assessment, self correction.
Ouch! An internal audit it is β becoming the auditor and the auditee: acting different roles in the same place using different points of view. Doable and sustainable! π
May all beings be happy.
library in Seoul! my colleague said it is located in the same area with our office – Iβm ready to go! πsent by a colleague this afternoon; ok then, Iβm ready to be assigned there π€€ – Korea was never in my bucket list but this beautiful place has confirmed it now is! π
Steps measure long roads Where historians write stories Tracking their own mind.
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History isnβt about whatβs written only but it is also about whatβs tied to myths and folklores. Reading history books by ignoring whatβs verbally circulated by people through myths and folklores is like describing a rose through picture: failing to experience the touch and the fragrance. People are always the actual sources of historyβ without them history doesnβt exist.
History versions are as many as heads on earth as all people have their own life history related to certain incidents in the world; not all of them though write. Many save their history in head and heart with different reasonsβ no time, no tools, no courage! My blog is my history book (that to some brilliant people looks like full of unnecessary complaints and cheap experiences). I love my history book how much ever people laugh at it. Hey! When people laugh at it, it means my comedy works. π
Salaam.
see you, Cordoba! this place is one of those I must revisit because of the history ππsee you, Sagrada Familia β I stayed for one hour outside, not being able to enter the so much crowded gate, I will be back to see if the history goes on πsee you, Grand Mosque of Paris – I will be back to its historical garden πLondon? Iβll be back! history is well preserved theresee you? umm maybe notβ¦.
Loud enough and clearβ Thunder strikes and rain begins. Children play outside.
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Your signs are well read, well noted, well understood. Wellβ¦. π
todayβs lunch: it is what is called good sign! π tempe is a good sign that high quality and quantity protein is as affordable as fermented soybeans
On your birthday, Love, Magic sends sweet messages And flowers and gifts.
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Ibu turns 78 today. It is a 78 years of human beings, 54 years of a wife, 53 years of a mother of 5. 47 years of being my motherβ maybe the most annoying of facing this one rascal among 5 angels. π She might not be always happy being her but she is full of sweet smiles and words of encouragement.
If her life is a painting, it will be a colourful canvas full of fragrant tropical flowers and powerful herbs that can be concocted as medicines especially for her family and friends. Beautiful and full of healing for othersβ No wonder her family and neighbours highly respect her.
Ibu, I know you never like big celebration and thatβs why we only send stupid messages on your birthday. But I know you always miss us to annoy you and thatβs why we give surprises! Much love today and forever!
Salaamβ¦
I sent this picture to her; maybe she was wondering why I didnβt send picture of a real birthday cake as I normally do. She will be surprised!
The wind brings voice of Falling leaves softly rustling About silent notesβ
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I humbly apologise for not being able to read your signsβ¦. Or maybe they are for other addresses.
Salaam π
Broken Chair stands in delicate balance on three legs β the fourth having been violently blown off as if by an explosive charge. A way of showing that even mutilated, victims of warviolence are still standing tall, with dignity. (www.unadap.org)to me βBroken Chairβ is also a question βcanβt people sit down together and talk instead of defeating others in ignorance?β the saddest symbol Iβve seen
River flows. Wind blows. Birds perch on a twig and chirp, Enjoying good food.
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Life is not really WYSIWYG, there are layers that can be peeled off like peeling off onions layered skins.
What is seen in a river? Its flow. Whatβs behind the flow?
What is felt in a wind? Its blow. Whatβs behind the flow?
Whatβs behind the singing birds? Whatβs behind good food?
Something looking like nothing yet there are powerful layers of realities that wrap another deeper level of reality. At the end of the peeled-off onion, what is it? The eyes see βnoneβ that can be immediately ignored, the self sees βthe essenceβ that can only be understood through accepting in silence.
What an experience as a human being! Maybe this is a euphoria of being alive, or being aware? This is a good time and I will always feel good no matter what. π
Thank you for everything. π
good breakfast for a tempe(h) lover π₯°good snack for a pumpkin lover – run out of honey this time
Background, Beloved, Grass of meadow, Water of lake, Sand of desert, Breeze of mountain, Wave of ocean, Trees of forest, A spill of a secret.
Background, Beloved, Without which One canβt be Fully described.
A signature After yours trulyβ
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Todayβs call was with a not so close friend who found a Facebook account she suspected as mine after seeing the account commented in one of her friendβs Facebook post. Slightly not a welcomed call but a good one to learn to be sweetly sarcastic to a public enemyβ
F: You should change the background photo. The current one if too plain.
Me: With what?
F: It should be a picture that describes you, the owner. You like flower, maybe you can put flowers? Or kitchen because you like cooking? Or books?
Me: This is not a personal Facebook account. Donβt own one; not needed. This one is for me to display gathering schedules and photos to family and friends.
F: An AirBnB wanna be?
Me: More or less but more a rendezvous place. Other ideas for the background photo?
F: Maybe Kraton Yogyakarta or its symbol. Or Merapi. Or Candi Boko. Anything associated to Yogyakarta well known tourist spots; your home can be one of a very interesting place for some people in that city, too. Eh, eh you can also put photos of Singapore landscapes as youβve been living there; it is to show people that you live in both places.
Me: The home is a humble place, too petty to represent or to be represented by those grand things. I prefer screenshooting the map of the surrounding like now. You see the Jiwa Jawi Restaurant? That is my backyard.
F: Nice! But you should give some luxury touch so people will be interested to visit.
Me: Thank you. Hey! Your background photo is Eiffel Tower! You want to live in Paris?
F: No, just symbol of romance. thatβs to show how romantic me and my spouse are.
Me: Maybe you should use Taj Mahal picture. I can give you mine. Thatβs more relevant.
F: Eiffel is more romantic to us. It represents modern romance.
Me: Oh, ok. (eyes rolled)
F: I like the name you give to your home. Whatβs the meaning? May we both visit and stay overnight?
Me: Thank you. The meaning is a door to those real or a door to those true. You may visit but Iβm sorry not for staying overnight. Iβll invite you for lunch with other friends someday. Not so soon though. Wait until I have a decent kitchen and long dining table so no one touches each otherβs elbows when eating
F: Would be glad to! May we both request special cookings?
Me: Ah! It is a friendly invitation not a paid lunch so I donβt accept request. The best will be served for sure.
F: Ahβ¦. Unfortunatelyβ¦. Weβd like some western food if there is.
Me: Ah.,.. Mostly served are local foods from different islands in Indonesia or a few Asian ones. Never mind. I can invite you only for a house tour minus my bed room because youβre not gonna like itβ¦. (smiled at the end of the line then excused myself immediately)
Boundary is important. We can be kind but not be fooled around.
She be, Beloved, The space not the furniture, Lets all come and go.
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If only maturity could be implanted like nose or breast or whatever, I would still choose to get mature naturally through ageing and weakening although it takes almost half of century of struggling and pain to find only its gate. Damn late!
One maturity breakthrough of my life was when realising I should be more a βspace human beingβ (my teacher calls it βroom human beingβ) rather than a βfurniture human beingβ.
Salaamβ¦.
a hey from the space to bodies floating in it π
Come true, Beloved, Wishes colouring this life, Bringing love and joyβ
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My mini daruma dolls package arrived from Japan. Now it is time to make wishes and draw the left eye.
May all beings be happy!
arriving from trip then checking the mail box at the basement this afternoon and found these package among all letters and magazines! π₯°each colour has meaning! quickly copied them! (ignore the ugly handwriting π) now letβs make wishes and paint their left eye π§Ώ then let them take a rest in the box to open and be drawn right eye when the wishes come true π
Thereβs a bow, my love With which message travels down On a boat of joy.
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even with dusty glass the beauty is still captured well: is it the rainbow itself, the light, the eyes or the nervous system or the invincible invisible? π
You be, Beloved, Truly. You know not, I do. One moment owns you.
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A teacher said, βWhatβs the most important thing in your car?β
No one said anything but everyone had oneβs answer popping around oneβs head.
The teacher continued βHow do you think about jack?β
Everyone laughed. One of them said, βAlmost not functional.β
The teacher giggled and said, βYes! Jack will work only in unexpected situation almost accidentally, might be never if there is no emergency. How do you feel if your existence in society is like a jack? And what will you do?β
No one said anything. Most of them felt denial, not wanting to be jack in a car.
The teacher smiled and said, βYou know a jack is a jack because it is a jack. What a jack needs to do is being a good jack. A good jack is a jack that can function well. Function well when needed! Anytime needed! What if a jack feels desperate of being a jack just because the jack is never used? The jack will give up functioning. The jack may let itself corroded, lose its credibility and accountability. One day the car needs a new tire in the middle of nowhere, jack doesnβt function, it doesnβt do its job, it lets the car stranded nowhere until another car with a functional jack comes byβ¦.β
No voiceβ¦.
The teacher said, βSo whatever your function now in society, function well, perform your best, as that is some part of the true you. Everyone has oneβs own moment. If you think youβve been a jack in a car, donβt stop functioning because someday you might be needed and you alone are needed and thatβs when you become a super hero. Or if you ever be a jack that is never used, at least someday the owner will say βI never use this jack but it is a super jack, Iβm sure it functions well anytime I need itβ. Ok, Jack?β
Everyone laughed, feeling relieved of having been a jack in different moment.
One student said, βWhat about if no one knows Iβm a good jack because I never meet a moment?β
The teacher smiled and said, βSo what? That no one knows we are good at something doesnβt mean we are not good. Why is jack mostly painted red?β
βTo be easily found!β
βYessssss!β Shouted the teacher. βMight not be the best answer but it can be one best answer to answer your friendβs question. Where is red? You still call it red without knowing why it is called red. You still call it red although you donβt realise the existence of red except painted on a jack in this context. You said jack is red so it can be easily found. No one knows what is actually red but all of you know that red is good in jack that functions only in emergency so when needed it is easily foundβ¦.. That is redβ a quality in you that is taken for granted because people think a jack is mostly painted red; only when people think deeply then the quality is a good quality! Donβt cover your red jack with other thing, it wonβt be easily found anymore.β
βLike him!β A student pointed his finger to a friend in a red shirt sleeping in the classroom.
The teacher said, βDonβt wake him up. He is a jack in a good ride.β
Everyone laughed. The boy in the red shirt woke up and joined the cheer with his loudest laugher.
βHe is a jack functioning well!β said the teacher.
How beautiful the life of a jack is! π
(based on a conversation with a jack of all trades and other jacks who are waiting for the moment to appear)
Clear sky, Beloved, Calm blue where clouds swim, birds fly Under the warm sunβ
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Javanese live their life with meaning and that makes them βeffortlesslyβ survive even in the hardest time. They pin meaning to everything they experience. I believe Javanese are naturally philosophers whose communal humble life is richly loaded with wisdom; unfortunately fading away by the time.
Meanings easily recognised by most Javanese are those pinned to batik method and patterns. Historically batik patterns were works of art composed by either scholars from padepokan (ashram in Sanskrit) or the royals (king, queen, prince, princess or royal artists). In fact, there were few batik patterns created by commoners such as batik nitik and batik kawung. Kawung is one of the oldest original patterns of Javanese batik which has existed since 12th century. Nitik was born younger, approximately in 19th century.
Fun fact about Javanese king: aside from courses of political knowledge, leadership, palace management etc, long time before his coronation a Javanese crown prince must completely compose 3 works of art and publicly present them to the board of senior royals then announced the art pieces to people in the kingdom. Those three are batik pattern whose batik is handmade by him, tembang/kidung (sacred Javanese song) sung by him; and bedhaya dance trained to the dancers by him (a solemn Javanese dance performed by a group of dancers).
While batik nitik was initially created as secret codes by commoners to circulate among them classified information kept hidden from unjust aristocrats at that time or from the enemies (some historians said though this pattern was composed by the royals); kawung was allegedly created by a mother to dress her son who was instructed by the king to join his exclusive team due to his outstanding skill of espionage and balanced state of mind (again the historians said this pattern was composed by the royals). The said mother made a sheet of kawung pattern for him before he left as a prayer that her son could keep his current quality even after he later lived among (socially, politically, professionally) higher rank people.
kawung aka kolang-kaling, two seeds, four half-chambers (from Pinterest)
Kawung is the Javanese word of sugar palm (kolang-kaling). The symmetrical four half chambers in a fruit are used to symbolise balanced state among physical, mental, intellectual and spiritual. The clear colour of the seed is borrowed to symbolise clarity: of conscious mind, of conscious decisions, of intension, of purpose and of actions.
People also relate the word kawung to suwung that can mean emptiness: in this matter suwung is more about self alignment, absence of sense-driven wanting. A person in this suwung state in positive interpretation means someone who is already free from his/her craving for worldly interests, s/he is able to calmly and consciously prioritise among physical, mental, intellectual and spiritual proportions with no doubt or confusion. S/he is in high level of awareness of a βperfectβ human being.
In Java region that kind of person is not necessarily a saint or a priest or a bikhu(ni) or a nun; s/he might be a farmer, a batik maker, a herbal seller, a taxi driver, an employee, a housewife, a leader etc, just whoever is willing to self align through what they do everyday regardless their professions. Not a few of them were βbadβ people hearing the inner calling, deciding to quit their wrong doings and living βnewβ life.
At younger age, I met more of that type around us in my hometown. Now fewer and fewer people are interested to achieve that level because life pace is now becoming faster with the βtsunami of informationβ and life needs are βforcingβ people to be constantly in alert mode with the high competition to βsurvive certain life styleβ.
Not much I can do this time. I try to breath more slowly, pay attention on shift of emotions through body reaction (my body will never betray me) then acknowledge the emotion whatever it is. Time flies like a wind sometimes like a storm, I choose to ride it, not to get dragged by it. Not easy but doable.
How light this head is after ranting!
batik kawung beton crafted by Mbak Arifah (25 yo), a mute-deaf female who never goes to school but is able to write and read – thank you, Mbak Arifahprimissima cotton, 250*106cm, two sided
Fun fact about the honourable batik makers: - Once a batik maker pulls the βcantingβ filled with hot wax on a sheet of fabric, it will start developing lines or dots as the hot wax gets dry fast and block the fabric. That is why they work very carefully to avoid unplanned error. Correcting unplanned error is more tedious in batik making process compared to drawing the patterns with canting. Zero accident policy applies. - Batik making is a highly contemplative activity (almost) like meditation. That is what makes many of batik makers especially those senior and/or with high quality artisanal works have good self alignment. - Some batik makers donβt need to draw the planned pattern with pencil on the fabric. They are the highly skilled, the artist, the master of what they are doing. - It takes approximately 5 months to complete a piece of two sided hand-made batik of 210-250cm long. Those batik makers also do household chores in between their batik making activities as they mostly donβt earn good money. If you buy hand made batik, please give extra dollars to share some comfort. - Majority of batik makers are female. Very few of them are young.
at workshop (from Pinterest)at home (from Pinterest)
Imperfection, Love: Perfection on the way. Back To imperfection.
Perfection, Beloved, Imperfection on the way. Back to perfection.
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No one is perfect as everyone is imperfection in perfect cycles.
How perfect you are, donβt boast. You are simply βrotten body in progressβ. How imperfect you are, wise up. You are the soul βshining in progressβ. Your body is deteriorating, your soul is rising.
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Only if you are willing to slow down.
Enjoy the rest of this weekend!
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Rawon set is Eastern Javaβs specialty, perfect for weekend before all the home cleaning and ironing and this and that blahblahblah π₯°the salted egg makes it perfect for those liking extra condiment ππ½ oh my it was a torture to this tongue πmix all! lime was needed, a missing condiment this time πshould be a bit longer, tonight is the perfect timespring onion is the last to plunge in π₯°beef inkeluwak (black nut), kefir lime leaves, Javanese bay leaves, garlic, shallots, coriander, pepper, galangal, lemongrass
Silk road, Beloved, A bumpy road to a heart Laughing at a jokeβ
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In a silk shop in Hanoi a conversation happened.
Me: (silently questioning whether the silk offered was truly silk from Dalat or βsilkβ from somewhere in China)
Shopkeeper: How do you like it, Madam?
Me: I love it. But to help me make decision, would you mind answering my question? I hope this wonβt offend you.
Shopkeeper: Certainly, Madam.
Me: Is this silk truly from Dalat?
Shopkeeper: Yes, Madam. It is from Dalat, my parentsβ hometown. Why, Madam?
Me: Not from China?
Shopkeeper: (laughing) We received the same question from another customer before. I am not surprised. Trust me it is Vietnamese silk, not Chinese productβ¦. (She made a joke about βsilkβ then continued her long explanation of silk industry in Vietnam and her family business history and brought some samples of old silk that had been kept since her grand grand parents started production.)
She was able to convince me relatively well and my decision was buying one pretty white piece. White silk wonβt go wrong to attend my nephewβs wedding in December! π₯°
May all beings be happy.
written history is a frame, whatβs inside can be anything the writer wants to put in – unfortunately some true thing is not in the frame π
Thunders, Beloved, Not sign of rain, but lightningβ Know their true message.
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Some messages are exactly like how people play βkarambolβ (carrom board in English), the player may strike one disk to target another disk. The message is as if for A but actually for B. Or the message is like this but actually that.
Donβt get fooled, dear self.
Welcome, new week full of true messages. π
May all beings be happy.
believe true message, only when itβs voiced ππΌ
Cluttered, Beloved, Storing unprocessed info Too much. Declutter!
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I love jewelry and used to love purchasing them not because of its value but more because of sentiment to its historical, cultural or spiritual loads. And that was lots of money (to me, not to others who have millions and millions of dollars). My close friends and my mother repeatedly ranted and nagged to me to buy gold than those βmeaninglessβ jewelry. Did I listen? Of course nooooooot!!!
Until one day I realised that those things are a fantasy in a hoarderβs spirit of mine. And so I decided to stop buying things if not helping me work/study better or making this journey lighter.
I should be decluttering more and more and giving more space to moving energy. My home should be filled with more expressive sweet love than with unprocessed memories. Unprocessed memories = info that is never escalated into knowledge then insight then wisdom = rubbish!
Dear Life, please let me be with you longer so that I can unlearn more and more wisely, embrace your true meaning more and more clearly and give meaning to you more and more sweetly.
*breathing for a while for the next task of todayβs decluttering*
silver βPhaistos Discβ pendant bought in Musee de Louvre, loved it so much for its historical symbol but only worn twice – lesson learnt!how many of these silver bracelets and bangles bought just because I was charmed by the meaning of the (new design) charms & dangling then I had to go to doctor because of allergic to the metal, finally just given away or stored for years – how stupid!
and other rubbish – give away or throw away!
the clutter is only allowed for kitchen before cooking for family and friends andβ¦. (pic from Pinterest)β¦.. garden (pic from Pinterest)
Welcome, Beloved. Home is where gifts are opened, Flowers are blooming.
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Welcome home! said they. π
3 waiting for 1 week and still in tact like what the couriersβ pictures sent π₯°new bud in the bathroom π₯°1 more tiny in the bathroom gang3 new stems of buds from balcony gang π₯°
Wasted, Beloved, None. In life allβs by design With scales and measures.
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Good morning, Saturday. Thanks for opening the weekend gate. Iβm flying back home soon; canβt wait for the sweet surprises!
Salaam. ππΌ
not wasted, just not wanted – didnβt eat the yolk not because of health reason but because it was runny, I should have asked if it was hard boiled – in life consciously decide whatβs wanted as the Designer is kindly and intelligently making wishes come true in precision and details ππΌ
Feel good, Beloved, No matter what. Stars still shine. Moon and earth still spin.
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Why are you nervous, my dear? Romance is within reach, just between breathing in and breathing out. Stars, moon and earth give you so much attention while you are ignoring them. They have done their jobs; you should do yours if you think it feels good.
May all beings be happy.
Salaam. π
one of 10 recommended pho in Hanoi, good recommendation found through Google searchdisclaimeryes! worth strolling from the hotel in Ly Thai To street to the stall in Ly Quoc Su street π just made the feel good so good!
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