if you ask me how i perceive this little life…

i love the cold breeze after the rain this afternoon, the birds chirping, it makes me feel like i've got some companies on this sweet little life on a kinda hectic Monday. the way the birds sing such a rhythm remind me that im living a sweet blissful life with the people i love most. especially someone, my favorite human being that’s always been my support system along the way.

blue skies above with some dancing big clouds that hide the sun-ray to reach the green grass on the ground. everything is sweet, i like how this little life keep showing me how blessed im and the way it treats me with good good surprises everyday. from my loved ones, from the fresh air i get to inhale, from the big trees i passed by on my way out to work, from the blue shore beyond the horizon. 

im grateful that im indeed surrounded by all the sweet sweet things in my daily basis. from the dusk i open my eyes till the night i get to close my eyes, even when im asleep my dreams show all the good things i could possibly imagine in life. both my conscious and my subconscious are working together to give me that soft beautiful happy life. 

as a human being who gets to experience life through the lens of a woman (me) who easily cry over small gestures and sweet considerations from literally everything and everyone around me, im happy and grateful. im sure life is more than just living each day like a mundane routine but more like living it to experience and embrace the ordinary to live life to the fullest with the one we love most in a way that regardless any situation we still find the beauty and make the most out of it:) 

what a blessing it is to look around and see pieces of my old prayers scattered everywhere<333333

as above so below, has been my mantra lately. i believe things are always working out in my favor and that everything is a win xixixi find all the love in everything you see in this life. 
everything is spiritual and romantic in my world. 

as the afternoon passes me by with such an impactful experience, i cross my legs on my bed and close my eyes telling the universe how grateful i am to live this beautiful life with the love of my life. days passing by with sweet sweet memories of how well im treated and how soft im taken care of. the flowers i received on a random Wednesday, the chocolates i got on my doorstep on val’s day the thoughtful gifts on a random day, the love letter on my birthday, the efforts in every small gestures from my lover, the list goes on and it ain’t fit here. i am indeed living a soft spoiled life and im forever grateful for that. 

blue curtains hanging on the window, the way the sunbeams reach inside my room. the warmth its hold like a hot chocolate in a cold morning at the airport. it brings meaning in every sip like every pages you turn in the books you read. 
brown leather journal on top of my bookshelf, the way it stores all the sweet sweet memories i wrote on it with my black ink pen. it’s like a little diaries of the good things that happened in life to remind me that things are always align in my way. 
the prayers that turn into an answered prayer one by one in the best possible way. it left me in an awe. 

prosperity, harmony, peace, joy, abundance, and divine guidance.
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if you asked me how i perceive this little life… 
i would say it’s all perfect and sweet, bringing surprises like answered prayers everyday. 

a Postcard from Banda Neira

in a clean white dress somewhere on the coast, a table for two. black coffee, scramble egg, and a bread. a picnic and the sky, clear blue without a cloud. hot sunny day. falling in love. on the wooden couch by the sea, underneath a brown classic gazebo which cover you from the burning sunbeams. sipping hot coffee, eating breakfast, a small slice of buttered bread. for the egg, save the best for the last you said. it was 7 in the morning. small island. so far away. 

it’s all in the eyes. “i can tell you are deeply loved loved loved”. a bracelet, a swan on it. which i lost on a hike with the apple of my eye. i managed, i got another one. i asked for the exact same one. wearing it reflects elegance, softness, love, peace, and devotion. a proof of how much i'm loved loved loved. clumsy, i know i am, but i promise i’ll take a good care of anything he gave me. anything. everything. 

a matching white shirt, i got mine oversized. it’s yours. a spice island it said. with nutmeg and cloves pattern on the back. “do you believe in a love that is unexpected?” i said maybe now i do. that kind of love that feels like a blanket in a cold cold rainy days. a love that feels like the first sip of a hot coffee in the morning. a love that feels like your favorite meals when you are starving. a love that feels like a cold water in a hot midday. a love that completes your puzzle. a love that makes you feel safe and well taken care of. no rush and just a soft gentle palette. like a miracle and magic. 

a soft love like coming home.

a small rain. drizzle. i swear it was sweet. a far away island. first time visit. yet it felt familiar. it welcome you like home. like a homecoming reunion with your people. 

September

one day at a time, tender and alive. 

mount hike, core memory. trees and leaves. a little rain on the way up, serene and soothing. us two making friends with nature and mother earth. with you beside me even the lightest rain feels like the earth breath softer, settling the world around into something tender. 

a soft gentle love. i didnt look for anything but it came all of a sudden. like a big surprise on a random tuesday night which none expected.

you; thursday night, 9, navy blue, october, 6 pm, sunset, windy evening, warm breeze on the beach, black coffee, fresh sweet light cinnamon scent. 

you came to provide a soft spoiled life.

North

on a vast grand night sky, upon constellations, you are my North star. just like the cassiopeia that circles around the north star. i drawn to your light, orbiting you in every season. 

every turn i take, every season i move through, from time to time, every now and then, in every possibilities, in every realities. you remain; the steady point my universe quietly leans toward. you’re like a gravity, pulling me closer toward your orbit. 

East

timezone is eastern time. the moon looks brighter on the east side of the earth. calm, coastal, beautiful islands. some friendly islanders, folklore and culture. it feels like a love story written in the island. a place too beautiful to believe it is real. the turquoise water, slow breezes, and the warm hospitality. a place for slow mornings and long walks. a place where time feels softer. a place where history and nature blend like poetry. a place where the sea feels like a love letter. 

In the AM

slow waves. everything moves slower; the sea, the wind, even time itself. it’s the kind of place you start loving softly, a quiet that feels like home. it feels like somewhere your soul has already known for a long long time. blue water, warm air, a quiet that wraps you like love, and hand holdings that never let go. here the sea heals and the heart feels strangely understood (in a good way) and listened. 

Radiance

the soft glow it brings into life, the way your love stretches without edges. reaching me in places, like a night sky that only expands, giving me home to breath to be hold all at once. 

Above the horizon

Cassiopeia resting above us, the North Star steady in the distance, the sea breathing slow against the shore. it feels like standing on an island brushed by history and constellation, where the world is quiet enough for the heart to whisper the dreams. and everything feels like an answered prayer. one by one, everything that once only a dream suddenly all checked, and even better.

Cassiopeia tracing her luminous “W” across the night. It’s the way the sea holds its quiet, the way the sky keeps its promises, the way my heart recognizes its home in you.

NEIRA might be it: a love letter written in the night sky and rooted in the soft glow of Banda’s shores.

I just knew im not really into long sail. i missed the island and the memories in between. can we took a flight instead for the upcoming agenda, eh?