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Slice #26: I am Not the Only One | Wonderland
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Slice #25: Walk Alongside Me. Slice #27: Observing Beauty →. Slice #26: I am Not the Only One. March 26, 2015. 8220;You must love the words, the ideas and images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.”. 8212; Wallace Stevens. Looking for today’s inspiration, I lose myself in poetry – the busyness of the day dissipates as I allow myself the luxury of lingering. Captivated, I ponder the subtle nuances of meaning each poem possesses to unravel and reflect on its message. How might I sup...
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Slice #27: Observing Beauty | Wonderland
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Slice #26: I am Not the Only One. Slice #28: Adieu →. Slice #27: Observing Beauty. March 27, 2015. Today I write to thank you for bringing beauty into my life. You may have experienced gingerly raising a kaleidoscope to your eye with eager anticipation of the beauty that would be revealed with each slight turn. Fascination held you in its grip as you tirelessly tested the infinite delicate patterns of color bursts wondering if the next rotation would create a pattern of even greater beauty. I hope you be...
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Slice #25: Walk Alongside Me | Wonderland
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Slice #24: Illuminating the Heavens. Slice #26: I am Not the Only One →. Slice #25: Walk Alongside Me. March 25, 2015. My day was fraught with interruptions. Questions, requests and demands came at me from all angles, overwhelming my thoughts – leaving me harried, tangled in life’s monotony. Despite the fact I was surrounded by people all day, a sense of loneliness fills me. I long for quiet conversations, or sharing a space with a close friend – creating a silent harmony of thought. By Carlos Ruiz Zafón.
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Slice #28: Adieu | Wonderland
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Slice #27: Observing Beauty. A Tiny Story of Community →. March 28, 2015. Spring break has arrived. Tomorrow, at day’s first light, I leave behind Kuala Lumpur to explore the vibrant complexity of Hong Kong – excited to immerse myself in its multitude of stories. As I have made the decision to leave behind my computer, carrying instead my journal to capture Hong Kong’s tales, I bid adieu to the Slice of Life Writing Challenge. The Sense of an Ending,. The Great Gatsby,. Max stepped into his private boat ...
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Wonderland | Exploring the wonder of our world with words | Page 2
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Newer posts →. Slice #19: Author Visit – Ji Li Jiang. March 19, 2015. 8220;The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.”. Muriel Rukeyser (American poet and political activist). The Red Scarf Girl. Facing her audience, Jiang expressed,. 8220;Use your own mind and follow your heart to find the courage to make your own decisions.”. Posted in Slice of Life Writing. Slice #18: “Anarchic Foam”. March 18, 2015. In the section named,. J’aime, Je n’ aime pas. 8220;I like, I don’t like: this is of no impo...
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A Tiny Story of Community. September 21, 2015. 8220;The universe is not made of atoms; it’s made of [tiny]. 8211; Muriel Rukeyser and Wirrow. My tiny story was inspired by The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories. You can see selections. Of tiny stories from Volume 3 on the Brain Pickings. Draped in loyalty and commitment,. Community envelops all in her embrace. Gently, she nudges us towards our aspirations. At times, we stumble, but accept her outstretched hand,. In support and encouragement. March 28, 2015. Goodb...
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Slice #23: Calm Promises of Tomorrow | Wonderland
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Slice #22: Why is it so difficult? Slice #24: Illuminating the Heavens →. Slice #23: Calm Promises of Tomorrow. March 23, 2015. Here I came to the very edge. Where nothing at all needs saying,. Everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,. And the moon swam back,. Its rays all silvered,. And time and again the darkness would be broken. By the crash of a wave,. And every day on the balcony of the sea,. Wings open, fire is born,. And everything is blue again like morning. The sun, a crimson ball,.
