IN MY VISIONS is two years old! Here's my place and personal space.
When I have words to say, but no one to say them to...except to myself, I share it here.
In this two-part blog post, I reflect on this website and on the self.
spirituality
Connecting the Dots
Somewhere between the ages of 4-7, I was playing connect-the-dots without a ruler and with bright colored markers. I didn't connect them in numerical order, as I should have because what did I really know about numbers? It's not like I grew up a typical Asian and already learned that ahead of pre-K...oh wait. Well, what was meant to look like a cow jumping over the moon turned into ET on a psychedelic trip in another dimension. Lines were drawn off the pages, on to tables and even the walls. I connected them the way I felt like doing so, and didn't let numbers tell me what to do!
Read MoreWhat Fall Leaves Behind
I took these photos almost two months ago and had this post sitting in the draft section for about the same amount of time. Sometimes I just have photographs in my mind, and I ponder what words should accompany the post. It isn't that I think a photograph is not enough to say those thousands of words you want people to see, but more so that I want to be thoughtful about where the photograph came from or maybe why I took that photo. It's also more for my own reference, but I guess I don't always need words to fill a page. That's the whole point of a photograph, right? Well, I've been at a loss of words lately. No matter where I walk, what I read, I'll zone out into time and space. I look back at my past a lot, while trying to move forward. But, here I am in the present. And, this is really all the precious time I get. This time now, and this time presently.
Read MoreLavender by the Bay
I've always wanted to visit a flower field-- and dream of being in Holland surrounded by tulips, which I will one day make happen. BUT in the meantime, here's Laura in New York City. So, when I discovered I could drive a few miles out east and pretend to be in Europe, I had to make it happen!
Read MoreTravel Diaries: Saint Maarten - Entry One
Beyond the sun's shine, I felt the ocean's breathe
pulsating through the turquoise sea,
sending ripples over white sand below my feet.