Sunday, March 26, 2017

Spring Cleaning

It was monumental facing the aftermath of years of accumulations.  Initial feeling was overwhelming and powerlessness.  But I dig in.  Slowly.  Take inventory.  Take control. Tossing and sorting.  Everyday is a new day.  Old must go in order for the new to have a chance.  

I climbed ladder to vacuum the ceiling and walls.  To scrap peeling paint.  To shine the mirrors and polish the furniture.  I emptied every drawer to sort through.  Taking breaks sipping tea and catching breath and news in between.   Among the delightful moment is the memorable one that I found the combination code for the lock I almost throw out.  

The tradition of house cleaning every year before Spring Festival in China was a thing I grew up with.  Pots pans must be polished, floor mopped, window washed, mirror shined, bedding aired------  It was a whole family's engagement.  I now see the point.  Life is a flow.  Keep up with it is essential.  

It does feel great.  To see how much you have done.  How far you have gone and what remain important still.  I have empty drawers and shelve space now.  I have empty room even.  I see the wisdom of my cat: rubbing her scent at every corner.  I am rubbing mine.  And by doing so I am making the space mine---for now.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Reflecting

After a beautiful weekend art fair, now I am relaxed and recuperating and enjoy the fruit of my sweaty labor and years of continuing building up.

Year after year, people come and getting a piece of my presence and happily continuing their search for satisfaction and fulfillment.  Like our appetite for food is one essential survival urge that renewals itself, my customers appetite for my work is a source of my life's currency.  I am humbled by their tireless efforts and genuine  enthusiasm.  It is worth all the pain I have endured to get to them.  The setting up, breaking down, steamy heat or storming rain.  How else would I know true joy?

How else would I be so content and at ease in my couch legs up iPad in hand writing in my own pleasure?

It never fails to touch me deeply when I have a moment like this to reflect on just how incredibly fortunate my journey has taken me so far and how many countless people have influenced me both direct and indirectly through their means, deeds, and thoughts.

It is a great feeling to be grateful------

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Joy





Do we really need a reason to be happy?  


Not when a Huge one seater comfit sofa with ottoman presented itself to me as I walking down the aisle at IKEA the other day.  It looked as if i can be lost in it.  So defenseless and inviting that I let my whole body fall into it without much thinking.  "Ah life is good," I concluded put my feet up the ottoman big grin from ear to ear feeling the softness and generosity.  My head limped on the cushion rocking a little from side to side: "---happy---"


"YOU LOOK GOOD~!!"  a delightful cheering coming from a woman passing by with a cart full.  As if a kid caught playing hooky I burst out laughing.  I laughed so hard with such joy that must have mesmerized her: she ran into a couch with her cart while laughing with me.  " ---you--look--Good--too--"  I was choking as I spitted out those words.


Just like that a happy memory is ingrained.  A bond formed.  A day lightened.  

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Game



I had updated my iPad, iPhone, and iMac last night.  Now they are working seamlessly through iCloud.  What a marvelous feeling.

This is the feeling closely resemble the feeling of reaching God.  Something is working miraculously beautiful beyond our understanding.  And we are somehow able to feel that working mechanism through a world that is vivid, limitless and ever evolving.  We made that world.  We are still making that world.  We are expending that world.  We fulfill our dreams by completely absorbed in it.  We are able to communicate with that world in the language that is exceeding 2 dimensions.  This is a big game.  The game men playing God.  Fun.  

I have finally started to accept and appreciate this game.  I have stepped up my play and jumped in.  I am still new.  And my curiosity is still my biggest portion of my involvement.  But men have inevitably evolved. The level has risen.  From an infant to adulthood.  How hopelessly beautiful, the never tired search for mastery in humanity.  The never ending journey towards answers.  It is in this regard that I am on board whole heartily.  I am inconsolably fortunate to be born at this place in this time.   

Monday, September 19, 2011

idea


----at the beginning there was only this idea------ tiny, almost invisible, totally vulnerable----

The ground had to be prepared.  Out of the old, decay.  In came the new, unknown. 

The idea took hold of the ground. 

Watch what happens!