A world traveler I am not, but a world admirer I am. I travel daily, via the blogs I visit. I admire how fellow bloggers across the world welcome visitors to their space. And how they share photos with words accompanying them to describe places called 'home' in this world. It's like shooting the breeze… Continue reading I’ve never been to Paris, but I fell in love with it just the same
Category: Adventures
How reflecting on a beach motivates me
I write every day (almost). Flushing out a blog post in the morning has become a habit. One I actually love doing. Don't wait. The time will never be just right. - Napoleon Hill But, not today. For some reason, I just stood here (yeah, I have a standing desk, duh, so I stand) and froze… Continue reading How reflecting on a beach motivates me
How vintage photography inspires me
I'm one to wonder about treasures I've kept over the years. (Duh, I'm a Dubious MinimalistTM, that's what I do, but beside the point). Those precious trinkets have undiscovered stories and pasts. The mysteriousness of their pasts piques my interests in them and provokes me to let them hang around in my life, you know… Continue reading How vintage photography inspires me
Untold stories of art
I wonder how long it took, or how many days or nights were spent on the art creations in the creative corner of my office? I wasn't there when my friend made the dear gnome that sits on the shelf. I made the hummingbird that hangs from the ceiling, and that took about 4 hours,… Continue reading Untold stories of art
How to be okay with crappy first drafts
When you sit down to write, do the words just fly onto the page? Where do you find your inspiration to write every day? Who wins the battle, the page, or your walk-away until tomorrow stage? Or do you persevere and take the simplest act in routines of your day, pause to notice the extraordinary, and… Continue reading How to be okay with crappy first drafts
The sunrise of my 540th post
Do you wake up every morning, bright, full of energy, and ready to tackle the day? Do you sing while the sun rises? Or are you shy, like me, and whisper because you can't carry a tune, and you hum instead? Sing it with me..."Good morning, sunrise, how are you?" (not the right words, but… Continue reading The sunrise of my 540th post