The White Roses in the Early Days of Spring 2017

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The white roses in the garden are already starting to announce their arrival. Their new green leaves are already forcing their way out from the stem that has been bare the whole cold winter. The photograph above depicts this most exciting transition from winter to spring awaited by many including myself. It is beautiful to see how the old rose from the last year is giving way to the new ones this year. When one ends, another starts all over again. Indications of spring such as this in combination with the bright blue sky, sounds of birds, and temperature slightly rising-up can really lighten up one’s mood.

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Wish: I Could Time Travel

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First, a disclaimer: It has been suggested that one should refrain from talking (and in this case posting) about religion and politics when the audience is diverse. I was quite reluctant to post this photograph because of its religious overtones. It is not my intention to offend anyone.

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Garden 2017: From Humble Beginnings

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As it has already been mentioned in the previous blog post entitled Behold, The First Sign Of Spring published yesterday, I have spotted two little and yet gorgeous flowers on the garden. They might be small, but their bright beautiful colours make them difficult to be unnoticed. Their site is a constant reminder that the long, cold and dark winter is almost behind while the most awaited spring is almost near. Aside from the plants that can survive the cold winter and remain green throughout the year, the colours of these flowers are the first indication that the garden is about to transform. Every year, they never fail in what they do: they remind us of spring while at the same time they make us excited of the spring yet to come.

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Behold, The First Sign Of Spring

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Every morning, while still half asleep, the first thing I do is to go to the kitchen, turn-on the coffee machine, and make myself a cup of coffee. While drinking the first cup of my morning coffee, my mind starts to gain full consciousness and thus becomes aware of the pressing matters I need to attend the rest of the day.

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Bicycle Lane: The Road Taken and Taking Everyday

Show us something that surprised or delighted you on “the road taken.”

Source: The Road Taken

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I am on my way to the university that day. I have to meet my research adviser to discuss the status of the project I am currently conducting. Most of the time, I take my bike when I need to go somewhere. I do not have a car. I do not even have a licence to drive. I do not even know how to drive. That does not matter. I do not really find driving a motor vehicle that exciting like most people I know. Driving is not a priority especially when it is too expensive to obtain a licence and to own a car. Furthermore, the public transport system and the short distances in where I live make cars somehow superfluous. Instead, I always take my bike or sometimes walk. The bicycle lane is not a road I have taken, but the road I regularly take. Without it, I would have never have dared to bike at all.

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Rhythmic: Writing and Singing

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Not sure how to participate? Here are the steps to get started.

Source: Rhythmic

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It is a common knowledge that before the invention of the printing press, monks across various monasteries in Europe copied the books such us the holy scriptures manually through a technique called calligraphy. It has been suggested that while they were copying the books, they were also singing. The rhythm of the songs they were singing has also affected the rhythm of their writing as if they were dancing with the motion of their hands according to tune of the song being sung. The rhythmic movements of their hands were in synchronize with rhythmic counts of the song they were singing. Sometimes when I write on my journal, I also listen to Gregorian Chants, so that I could determine the accuracy of such claims. The chants have indeed determined the phase of my hand writing.

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