After the long winter, the first pocket of sunshine arrives almost as a gift – I am dazzled.
The stream still carries the memory of cold. The ducks have found a warmer stone than the rest, chests lifted, catching the sun.
Summer Was Mine
I grew up inland, where mountains held the horizon, and the city followed their curves. A small Chinese city where…
The Pulse That Never Left
There was a time
you did not try to be yourself.
You simply were.
You reached for what felt alive.
You stepped back from what felt wrong.
You trusted sensation before explanation.
Po
Here, knowledge crystallises.
What distilled, now density.
If Earth has a body, her Po is metal and mineral – veins of ore, stones pressed into darkness, matter that remembers heat, pressure, and time.
When Yin Regenerates and Settles
She does not need to rise.
She is what allows rising to last.
In Praise of Average
There was a time when I tried to be impeccable – endlessly giving, constantly holding. It wasn’t anyone’s demand; it was my own invisible rule.
Back then
When Doubt Meets Intuition
I still remember the smell of the grass that day – faintly sun-warmed, carrying the sound of summer insects. That…
Tend Your Creative Fire
Don’t rush to prove.
Don’t shape to please.
Don’t chase the wind of “visibility.”
Don’t measure your worth by “matrix.”
Don’t worship “results.”
Intuition Quiz: How Intuitive Are You? (Updated Quiz & Tips)
Before you learned to speak, intuition was your first ever language. Intuition is your inner knowing, your ability to sense…
