River of Sand

You are the ocean

I stand, the forest

Greening I am

In my own world

You swimming blue in yours

Nothing stands

‘tween you and I

Except this river of sand…

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Opportune Moment

It was hot, that day we stopped in the jungle. The air was fetid, burgeoning with some unvoiced expectation. The sun was overbearing and the clouds uncooperative. The air swarmed with mosquitoes and other flying insects. It was noisy with the calls of jaguars and clay. Still we trudged through this and for one fleeting second, I was able to stand in awe. One second to capture this moment… As if there was only me and the world followed in my wake. Jaguars can wait, this could not.

Chichen Itza, you are indeed magnificent! The temple of Kukulcan. Believe me, there were plenty of people teeming around its expanse. But this was taken quite quickly. It turned out quite nice.

I brought home with me the spirit of the jaguar. And every so often, I let it roar just like I have heard in this magnificently haunted place. It is quite fun to scare the dogs with it. Hahaha!

Update

It’s busy in my household. No, wait… I’m busy… It started in 2016… No, wait… Yeah…

It was the Italian trip in January, followed by the China trip, with Christmas in Vegas. Then I was told to go back to school. Ah. I also accepted a promotion. So…. everything just went into hyperdrive and It’s suddenly December again!!

I have yet to post something on Comic-Con from 2016!!

And forget my passion for cooking! It’s been instant noodle bowls for the most part. Or take-outs!

I hope by Christmas I can post a few more stories about my current life ed-ventures. Ah, such is life…

Sorry

I am sorry…
Youth was wasted on me
Forgot that you…
Could never forget…
Never forgive…
Never know….
The regret…
The tears shed…
The pain felt…
Because I made a mistake…
I cannot undo…
Cannot ask forgiveness for…
Only atone for…
And never be forgiven for….

Garden’s Fleeting Beauty

It’s stormy here in Northern Cali. The weather isn’t stable. The wind gusts sometimes, the rain falls sometimes, the sun shines sometimes. But the garden, weedy, in need of care, and sadly neglected has decided to send me love. 

Last year, I planted one rosette. This is now a small tree. Okay, very low bush thing. 

The English lavender sent out bloom spikes, not yet ready to harvest, though. 

Not sure what these are called, but I hope it keeps spreading to become a ground cover. I’ve been waiting years for it to spread. 

But the irises, these come up, year after year. This time, I managed to capture a photo that reminds almost of van Gogh’s painting. 

All too soon these guys will fade. And my garden will return to their derelict looking truth. I should spend more time in it. I really should. 

I should move these to the backyard. Soon. And the bamboo. Since they flowered, I’m unsure if they’ll come back to life soon. I hope so, I miss their stately grace.