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.
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.
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.
Show us something that surprised or delighted you on “the road taken.”
Source: The Road Taken
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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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.
This week, share a photo of things that complement each other.
Source: A Good Match
What can be more traditional and mundane of a combination than a paper and pen. Among many other things, they have formidable partnership in expressing ourselves or just merely organizing our thoughts. What fascinates me is that while the digital age has made the typewriter archaic and obsolete, pens and papers are still important tools even now that our lives are becoming more and more governed by technology. Pen and paper makes conceptual ideas more tangible and more concrete. They can also make words more permanent.
Quite recently, I have decided to start reading the famous novels that I have heard, but have not actually read. For instance, I have heard the titles such as Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray, The Warden by Anthony Trollope, Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, The Pride and The Prejudice by Jane Austen, War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy, and so on, but I have not really got the chance or gave myself a chance to read them. That has to change, so that when opportunity arise when I have to talk about these canonized titles, I could certainly claim in good conscience that I have acquired first-hand knowledge of those novels. If I cannot be an experienced writer, at least I could say that I am an experienced reader. And perhaps they are not mutually exclusive: one could sustain the other.