
I am expressing my love for you in my paintings and my writings which are the two important things in my life. It took a secret of my heart to remind me that there is always time enough to remember but there is never time enough to commemorate what we cherish, unlesss we pause to observe....
Monday, May 2, 2011
The Muse

Unfolding

Thursday, April 28, 2011
Swastika Sign

I put up the swastika sign as my facebook profile this morning after watching a World War II movie but was asked to take down by two of my European girl friends. I argued to place my standing about not being a Nazi supporter. She asked me why I would want to put a negative energy close to my name. How could I put up that sign when I am helping with the blind, the orphans and the paediatric cancer society? I know about this being illegal in Germany (Austria) but I am Asian and many things are different in culture, customs, traditions, religion and beliefs from western and eastern.
Well, Hitler used the symbol for the Nazi party. Some of the western world knows little of the origins of the Swastika symbol, and automatically connect it to Hitler and his antisemitic views. But little do they know, before he took the symbol, the swastika is a symbol of good fortune in many religions such as hinduism, Buddhism, etc..Because of the wide usage of the symbol by the Nazis, it is seen as being antisemitic. Of course there is nothing wrong with the symbol, and I think I should continue to educate people of it. I don't blame anyone, maybe if Norbert is still alive he would also ask me to take it down.
I just want to say that we should all keep in mind that the symbol might mean something to you, but something totally different to others and we should all respect that. I took the swastika sign down from my Facebook because my friends have asked me to, not because I do not stand for what I believe.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Easter Makeover

Monday, April 25, 2011
My Husband Died

Have I told you my husband died?
I must have.
I told everyone.
I told them not for attention or the cordial "I'm sorry" that usually follows.
I say it to myself again and again to remind me that he is gone.
I avoid thinking about him.
I also say it so people don't think I’m a divorcee.
I don't know why that bothers me, but it does.
And I am now a widow.
I usually don't give a rat's fat ass what people think about me, except for that.
He died.
He died and left me.
He's gone.
Never coming back.
We wanted to live together for another 20 years.
I didn't think it was possible to think about someone as many times a day as I think of him.
Where do I go from here?
How do I start over?
Star over??? Yes, I have to. I want to.
It's creeping up on the one year mark next month.
A year.
I've been with him since 44.
I had a moment over the weekend where I wanted to text him.
I wanted to talk to him.
I wanted him.
That only lasted a split second then my belly sank.
I cried.
A few days before he died, he called me from his handy.
He said he missed me.
I think I did well.
I think.
But he is engrained in my inner being.
In my soul.
He is a part of me.
He is a part of everything I see.
Without him, there would've never been an 'us.'
It's like his blood flows through me.
It's like he breathes into my lungs.
No one would breathe into his lungs.
I haven't had a dream about him in a long time.
I keep saying 'my husband.'
I don't have a husband.
Should I say, 'My late husband'?
Have I told you my husband died?
Friday, April 22, 2011
When You Are Ready


Be Honest

The question this week was why people cannot be honest with each other. I have been doing the online dating thing for almost six months now. I have found what most people have found : that sometimes you meet someone, and then they suddenly disappear without a word. Or they were chatting and having a good time with you, and suddenly the rhythm change to being less available and giving lots of excuses.