Classical music playing in the background, windblown trees swaying outside the window, feet warm under the bedcovers, I work on my laptop on this website and on Facebook, intent on coming back to social media and marketing while taking a break from traveling.
The past three years have been a whirlwind of airports, visiting friends, relatives, and close family members all scattered in different parts of the world. I remember walking home from a Postmodern Jukebox concert from the Florida Theatre and looking out at the St Johns River with my brother in Jacksonville, and saying how drastically our lives changed after our mother died. She was the pillar of our family, the one who held us together, despite the distances and differences any family has. After she passed, we were all left to wander and fend for ourselves, seemingly orphaned.
I have given myself the title of “serial entrepreneur” after having had or started 8 businesses in the past 5 years: a rock music and artists bar, an educational tours company, three online retail stores, a local travel agency, a boutique, a milk tea shop, a beach resort, and a beach bar. I am not stopping. I always tell people I never run out of ideas. I am always toying with ideas. I had my first business at the age of ten when I was selling snacks to my classmates in fourth grade of primary school. I saved all my earnings in the local bank. Even as I sit here writing, restarting my blog, I have some business ideas in the works.
I am a writer at heart. My eloquence is better on pen or keyboard, despite my training on customer service and public relations because of my various businesses. I am back to writing. I have traveled the world and seen many places, met many different kinds of people, visited so many museums, art galleries, and libraries. I am overwhelmed with inspiration and I’d like to share them with my friends and those who care enough.
I love art. Art inspires my writing, as do music and performances. I remember being in the NSU Art Museum Fort Lauderdale and being so overwhelmed with the exhibition that a tingling sensation ran up and down my arms and spine, that I had to step out to compose myself. Do I ever make any art of my own? Yes, sometimes.
I used to think that in order for me to be an artist I had to be full of angst and desperation. After many travels and much contemplation, I realised that I am an artist powered by joy. I make art when I am happy.
And I am happy. Despite many wanderings, and many attempts at putting roots somewhere and anywhere, I have finally accepted that “home is not sticks and stones”. I have found home where I have found love. And there is love everywhere. And love is with me.
I have an amazing daughter. One whose precociousness can only be attributed to traveling and being with me nearly all the time. She is Loving, Intelligent, and over all, Awesome. I am truly lucky to have a daughter like her.
I have been blessed with a partner who loves and cares about nature as much as I do. We work with and in nature. We diligently segregate our trash, avoid plastic by bringing our own shopping bags, stay away from fast food restaurants, refrain from using plastic straws, invest on durable clothing and footwear that we can use for many years, maintain a diet of locally sourced and organic food, and keep everything to a minimum. We dream of having a farm where we can grow our own food, have farm animals, and a dog and a cat. We want to be as close to nature as possible, and we are.
I am restarting this blog to share with everyone our journey, our struggles, our travels, and sources of joy and inspiration – in the hopes that others may also find even a bit of inspiration from them.
I have, after five years, reformatted the blog. On the header, one will only see a few pages. All the old categories and posts are intact though, You may find them in the footer. After a lifestyle change through the years, they are not relevant enough to be retained in the header menu. Although there are many aspects of my past that I cannot be truly proud of, they are still my past, and I have learned to accept them and learn from them. My past has brought me to the present. My past has shaped me to be the person I am now. I shall bring useful experiences from the past into my present and onto my future because contemplation and retrospect are ever important in moving forward.
“We do not “come into” into this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree. As the ocean “waves,” the universe “peoples.” Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature, a unique action of the total universe. This fact is rarely, if ever, experienced by most individuals. Even those who know it to be true in theory do not sense or feel it, but continue to be aware of themselves as isolated “egos” inside bags of skin.” – Alan Watts (1915 – 1973)