Wabi-Sabi


Wabi-Sabi (noun) Origin: Japanese | The discovery of beauty within the imperfections of life and art.

This yet another Japanese aesthetic that has a very deep meaning in which life and art are viewed as beautiful not because they are perfect and eternal but because they are imperfect and fleeting.

We experience happiness as a series of pleasing moments. They come and go like clouds, unpredictable, fleeting, and without responsibility to our desires. Through honest self-work, reflection, and meditation, we begin to string more of these moments together, creating a web-like design of happiness that drapes around our lives. Tara Stiles

Every time I go home I find that everything has changed.  I mean some of the things are the same, but for the most part, it is all different.  Like in my brain that one laugh, that one smile, that one experience remains, but all of the emotions have changed.  It’s like starting over each time. Sometimes that makes me happy and sometimes that makes me sad. I try to hold on to the happy and ignore the sad.  However, it’s possible that the sadness and the anger and the misunderstandings help you to realize how fleeting the happy times are and how you should be holding on to them even tighter. These happy times are exactly the wabi-sabi that makes it all so beautiful.  That in the end, makes it all so very beautiful.

I get those fleeting, beautiful moments of inner peace and stillness – and then the other 23 hours and 45 minutes of the day, I’m a human trying to make it through in this world. Ellen DeGeneres

fleeting: Albatz; Tina; philos; ana; yamoto; xanbarbara; swati; penross; barbara; chris; mugdha

Annu Miarabilis


Happy New Year!!!

Annu Miarabilis (n.) (phr.) – Origin: Latin – Definition: A remarkable or notable year in history; a year of wonders and miracles, used to speak hopefully of the future.

happy new year

The year 2020 has brought us so much negativity and bad news. The world news corps sharing their 24/7 pandemic of fear. COVID-19, an actual pandemic, has caused millions of people to lose their lives or at minimum, their way of life.  Fire, politics, racism, riots, masks, online education, all followed by memes to mock it all.

Based on the above negative aspects of last year, I have decided on a new personal writing/photo challenge for 2021. Words – happy words, weird words, words relating to travel, words that sound funny, words that represent my identity, words that I have never heard of before, words that might very well be made up.

So here is a toast to 2021 with the hope that it will take off in leaps and bounds, turning into an annus mirabilis.  With love and memories to all past travels, smiles, hugs, and kisses and hoping all of these things can resume!!!!

Paul; sadje; charlotte; vincent; Phil; Sandra; Pooja; Debbie; TrangWanderlustigEugenia

Day 28 ~ Doppelgänger


“When I was a kid I worried that when I woke up, I’d find my family having breakfast with my doppelgänger. We would fight to the death, and then my family would peacefully finish breakfast.”
― Fran Krause

There are so many times in my life that others have said to me, “Hey, I just saw you over there!! How did you get here so quickly?”  I would always say things like..”Uh, obviously, that was not me!!”

This happened to me when I was in the Navy, pregnant with my first child.  Every single day someone would come up to me and say they saw me somewhere else.  I just put it off to being in uniform and everyone sort of looking like everyone else.

One day, a friend came up to me and said, “Hey, I apologize if my sister and her friends are making you uncomfortable by staring at you.”  I honestly had not realized I was being stared at.  She continues, “It’s just because they cannot get over how much you look like their professor.” I think to myself, “Oh here we go again.”  So she brought me over to where her sister and her friends were and they pulled up a photo on their phone of their professor.  My first reaction was, “Where did I take that picture and why do they have it on their phone?”  They all started laughing and I was thinking, “What a weird joke.”  Only when they pulled up the second picture did I realize that this was not me.

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Now, I realize that you do not know me well enough to know if this looks like me or not.  But seriously, even I thought it was me.  At a glance, it was me.  If you look very close, you can see differences but only if you look very close.  I actually even pose like that at time.  Hand in pocket, randomly pretending to be a part of my background.  It was a bit creepy, but fascinating as well.  It made me wonder if the earlier look-a-likes, were the same person as the one above.

The second picture they showed me, obviously was not me, but I could see in it an older version of me.  I’d like to think a much older version of me.  My aunt or my older sister.  It doesn’t matter, I still see me.

Remember, as I have stated in other posts, I found out when I was about 26 that my father I grew up with was not my biological father.  So now I wonder…Could this be an aunt, and older sister, some distant relative?  I tried to reach out to this person, but never heard back.  Which made me even more convinced.  Most of my family either does not respond to me at all or it takes them some time to respond.  So yeah, it totally could be a relative. I still sort of wish she had responded and she was.  Maybe, it is me?  Maybe it’s an older version of me on a different time line.  I love a good science fiction story.  Have you ever watched the German flick “Dark”?  You should.  It’s a very complicated story line and you have to pay attention, but it’s worth a watch.  The fanciful portion of my being loves the concept.  Although the sensical brain in Sami denies the possibility.

“Almost Myself
On a twilight road, I met a young man with my face.
A denizen of some distant dust devil in drifter denim.
We stood and eyed each other, then, with a look of mutual disdain, we parted.
Our backward glances were not narcissistic flirtation, but self-conscious reflection and surrender to the formality of the familiar.
Against a backdrop of veined lightning and coyote song, I was alone again.”
― Stewart Stafford

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Now I am slightly interested in finding faces that look like mine.  Or faces that look like other members of my family.  I saw a comic of a lady once that in spirit and in looks reminded me of my mom.  I posted it on Facebook and many of my friends laughed because they thought I was presenting a future image of myself.  In retrospect, maybe I was.

Many people say, “Who’s my doppelganger?” when maybe / they should ask, “Whose doppelganger am I?”
Carson Cistulli

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I used to hate being compared to my mom.  But as I grow older, I can see the resemblance more and more.  If not entirely the attitude, definitely in looks.  It’s funny how as we age, we can sometimes become the image we thought we would never be.  It’s not all bad.  My mom was a strong, versatile, and very talented lady.  She was a cowgirl, irreverent, spontaneous, and funny at times.  She had a way about her that you either hated or really loved.  Often both at the same time.

I am ashamed at times when I think about her, because I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about her. However, when I do think about her, I focus only on her positives, because, well, I am her doppelgänger.  We are more alike than different.  I am her image.  I am sometimes her, or at least so it seems.  I try my best to be the best parts of her.  I’m guessing she is probably looking down on me, slightly disappointed in my efforts.  This thought sort of makes me laugh.  Largely because it is likely true.  Thankfully, that only makes me work harder at it.

RIP mom.

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“On a winter night I hear the Easter bell:
I knock on graves and quicken the dead,
Until at last in a grave I see — myself.

(Winter Sonnets: XI)”
― Vyacheslav Ivanov

“That man, especially when he slept, when his features were motionless, showed me my own face, my mask, the flawlessly pure image of my corpse […] in a state of perfect repose, this resemblance was strikingly evident, and what is death, if not a face at peace – its artistic perfection? Life only marred my double; thus a breeze dims the bliss of Narcissus; thus, in the painter’s absence, there comes his pupil and by the superfluous flush of unbidden tints disfigures the portrait painted by the master.”
― Vladimir Nabokov

laura; method; debbie; sync; bonkers; shame; clare; sparks; random; sacha; hudley; scribble; logic

Day 3 – Don’t compare your life to others’. You have no idea what their journey is all about.


I took the perfect photo with my Iphone about 8 years ago.  I started to write a post on it, but literally lost my motivation.. or got carried away with other motivations.  I’m settling back down and trying to finish up old tasks or personal challenges I left behind. 

For awhile I loved taking photos of everything.  I found it a bit exhilarating.  I did it for myself and no one else. Somewhere along the way, I forgot that i only did it for myself and got caught up in only doing things for other’s enjoyment.

I am back and now trying to work on finding that intrinsic happiness of doing things because i enjoy them.  Not for anyone else, but for my personal self satisfaction and interest. So here it is and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Only one question:  Thirsty?

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“No matter how valuable you are and your ideas, fools will certainly play both of you down, so exclude yourselves from the inflammatory environs of fools.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

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Da Da Daddio


Here you are so long ago.. where’d the time go da da daddio?  What were your dreams, your fears, your hopes? Expectations.. yes’s no’s? So hard to believe .. this was you. Yet, you told me a few dozen years ago that you felt it still was you!! But when you looked in the mirror, you could not believe what you saw.  You asked yourself as you stared intently, “Who the hell is that old man?”  I laughed at that.  Though i completely understood.  Now, a few dozen years later.. I ask myself, where’d the time go da da daddio?

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Here you are in the middle flow.. where’d the time go da da daddio? You found your true love.  You stayed steadfast and true.  You worked like a dog and you saw us through.  We were so young you watched us grow and loved ones go and still you rocked and rolled. Through births .. work.. joys.. pains.. pains in the asses.. fast times … slow times… graduations.. separations.. grandkids.. life in the middle.. watch it go.. and go.. and go.  What did we miss?  How could we know?  How fast the time would flow like a raging river.  Like a bird… time, it flies.. away .. sort of flew away.  How COULD we know?  Where’d the time go da da daddio?

Here you are not so long ago.. where’d the time go da da daddio? You lost your true love and now are alone.  We wondered how you would fare for yourself.  What would you do?  How could you possibly be just one .. just one.  A solo act?  But you carried on and made new friends.  Took vacations.. traveled.. laughed and lived.  There were definite lows but none too low.  There were definite highs.. but none too high.  Where’d the time go da da daddio?

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Hey, hey, hey da da daddio!  Time still passed and life still flowed.  Oh those years.. where did they go? Tell me, tell me da da daddio!! A star rising a sun setting.  Moon dances .. weddings.. women chasing you as the most eligible bachelor in the place. A million hours passed and you enjoyed every single one of them.  More time passed and more time passed and more time passed.  I live so far away but every time I come home .. it’s the same .. but so different .. where’s the time going da da daddio?

you’re almost 80 .. not so old.. i tell myself .. and yet i know.. there comes a time we all must go .. but you’re still here for now and so .. my heart holds tight .. my eyes they flow .. what the hell do doctors know ..

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Here we were not so long ago.. where’d the time go da da daddio?

“I smile because you’re my father. I laugh because there’s nothing you can do about it.” – Unknown