Here’s to learning and welcoming unexpected surprises the day holds. But above all, to remember our purpose. Good day.
Salmon this morning for some Omega-3. And a book, for lots and lots of beautiful words (and mainly because I can’t let the day go without one). Good morning.
It’s a good kind of tired. The kind you lay in bed staring quite blindly ahead as the night breeze so relentlessly washes over you. The kind you’ve got only too little to say but it seems right because the night speaks. In all its might, so beautifully it speaks. And you remember the duties you’ve done for the day, the part you’ve played, and if there’s anything else to say, it must be “Thank You”.
May we always be reminded of our purpose. Goodnight.
Big Appetites is a series of fine art photographs by Seattle-based photographer, writer, artist and filmmaker Christopher Boffoli. The series presents tiny, meticulously detailed figures posed in real food environments, referencing both a cultural fascination with tiny things as well as an American enthusiasm for excess, especially in the realm of food. The photographs have been published in more than 95 countries around the world.
I’m sleeping at my husband’s side of the bed tonight because I miss him. While this purring fella - well, he’s just everywhere. Goodnight!
By the way, my husband and I have got a little something on our travel blog, http://buskingbarefoot.blogspot.com if you’re looking for something new to read. Have a splendid week, fellow wanderers.
The afternoon was spent having soupy lunch with the mother and the sister at my little cottage, as the men strummed away in my husband’s music room upstairs. I was down with the sniffles over the weekend, hence the break from my #RunForKitty project.
Isn’t it amazing how mothers simply know when to be there for us?
Alhamdulillah for a blissful weekend with the people who mean so much to the weakest corners of my heart.
I grew up singing to The Beatles thanks to this man. Through good times and bad times, the days remained musical thanks to him. He still does the same now, figuratively, and quite literally too, this time with my husband. This photo was taken minutes ago at our place, in my husband’s little music space. Happy Father’s Day, Bapak. You know I love you. #whpthanksdad
Finally watched it! Brilliant work, Nik. As always. :) The story is very “Nik Amir”…lols. I bangga pernah jadi part of the team of your short films back in uni heheh. I remember saying “Nik, nanti balik Malaysia and dah jadi the next Yasmin Ahmad, jangan lupa kitorang.” And true enough, your film is now out on the big screen. We knew it would. ;) Congratulations, @nikamir_ ! P/S- @_thejebs so comel lah hehehe.
This morning’s walk was with Mom. By the corners of the morning sunlight, I could tell it was going to be a blissful weekend. For us all.
While walking earlier, I thought of how much of a sensitive soul I am that I crumble easily at a certain point of any conversation through certain words I unnecessarily feel so deeply for. And then I thought, He must have made me this way so I could write poems, and I cannot be more thankful for every inch of that.
And then I looked at the skies. I realized how amazing He is that He knows the most beautiful things to say at any situation, even without a word. After a long day, so simply He soothes us with a piece of art.
Today’s run had me meeting Gypsy and my heart broke. She was frail and alone, but a total sweetheart. But because she was easily bullied and hushed away by the crowd around the place I found her, she’s now closer to us, at our backyard. In shaa Allah we’ll get her back on her feet, vaccinate, deworm and spay her to get her ready for adoption. Let me know if you’d like to adopt Gypsy. P/S- Do spay your cats and stop promoting the act of massive breeding/selling of pets to avoid having abandoned ones out on the roads. #RunForKitty