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I just came back from free diving trip. I want to share some of the pictures here ☺️ ‘ The things we share usually reflect our inner world — we give weight to what matters to us. And sometimes, we also share the inner world we hope others will see.’ Attention reveals our heart. What…
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Do you like cooking? Baking, perhaps?I used to think those were my hobbies — until I realized they’re actually my rituals. The moments that keep me grounded. Here’s some of the food I’ve made Making udon And more ^^ “Ordinary things start to feel alive when they’re done with intention, meaning, and presence.” The smell…
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Finally, an easel for my butt! Almost three years, and I still can’t finish it — just like me, bare and empty, I can’t find my head and heart.
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The lotus in my studio has bloomed — my favorite flower since I was young. Today, I’m cooking with the lotus — using its leaves, petals, and seeds. Honoring every part of it, the way temple cooks once did. Steamed seasoned rice and sweet potato wrapped in lotus leaves. Petals for lotus tempura. My kitchen…
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Hi! With Halloween coming, I felt drawn to its mystery again. My sister and I decided to make fairy wings — delicate, shimmery, and magical ⋆˙⟡
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The Wounded One,The Rejected One.Their ehoes live in my blood,Sit in my bones,Passed down like a family heirloom. Why the pain?Is it because i was born peasant?Is it because I’m mixed?I grew up carrying silence. If truth is taboo,I will weave it into something beautiful.Where colors unfold stories,Each stitches is alive. We are the only…
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This page is a quiet tribute to the 12 years I spent as a dressmaker — a chapter that shaped who I am today. I learned two important lessons along the way: First, I’m grateful for the hard work and perseverance that taught me to love myself with confidence. Second, I realized I don’t need…
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Who are these sensitive people? Where are they? Am I one of them?
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If we are just stardust with consciousness, Why do we love like we are eternal?
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So, tell me — who should I trust? When I handed my sewing scissor, they felt offended.The person angrily said i was mean,for handing them my scissor and told them to kill me,just because they parked their car in front of my house.was it fear that they face, when i showed them honesty and vulnerability?for…
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