2019 Reflections

All I can say is that 2019 was one heck of a roller coaster ride and I can’t wait to usher in more inner and outer peace for 2020. Many thanks for all of my family and friends who got me through this year. You know who you are. 

I’m in the process of creating my 2020 vision board and this was a little graphic that I created on my plane ride home from NYC to CA. I feel pretty good about it, considering how the ride was pretty turbulent. 

Below are a few questions to ask myself (and yourself!) before the new year — credit goes to @wnrstweets who runs the awesome instagram of “we’re not really strangers”. 

At which point does the external and internal world separate?

What are the natural concepts of the world formed by children at the different stages of their development*?
What is the schema/scheme of reality which prompts this thought (of the child’s)? In other words, what is the child’s reality? 
When does the distinction of external and internal world start? 
What prompts the shift? 

What are the details of your devotion?

A few thoughts on Mary Oliver and Sylvia Ashton-Warner. “And you too can be carved anew by the details of your devotion” (Mary Oliver, 2004, p. 88). 

Rest in peace, Mary Oliver. You were the first poet whose poetry I remembered by heart. The aforementioned quote is from her poetry book Long Life. Also, over the past two months, I have been reading Sylvia Aston-Warner’s autobiography, Myself. I was first interested in her education philosophy, but then became more interesting in her writing style. I’m writing these quotes down for I think I’ll return to them often. 

An Autumn Morning in New York

I had an unhappy week and I told myself, “something must change”. That night, I slept earlier, set my alarm clock to 7AM, only to realize that I slept through it the next day. I had wanted to film the sunrise. I quickly changed my clothes, grabbed the tripod and camera, and ran out the door. Here’s what came out of that morning. By the time I finished getting the footages, I looked at my phone and realized that it was Daylight Savings time. Everything worked out wonderfully: I didn’t get the sunrise, but I got up early enough to see what the early birds were up to (…)