The Hunter With Wings


It Began When I Was Very Little. I found a heart shape leaf and kept it between the pages of my fairytale book. Often, I held and waved it gently on my face, I smelled the mud and chlorophyll; echoes from nature exert an everlasting pull on my heart. One day the leaf crushed. I believed that the fairy liked it so much and had to steal it away. I tried to look for the same leaf, but can never find one alike.

The cedar fragrance, valley wildflowers, falls beauties, ghost frost, all the nerves trembling feels that connect to my heart are the aims - My hunting expedition began.

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Thursday, March 27, 2008

Compass In My Heart



















Over a decade, I follow the compass in my heart. I depart from South East Asia head to the West. The endless road with unbounded present of nature nourishes and inspires my journey and cultivates a deep connection with what is sacred in my soul.

I hear the hungry roaring beasts in the wilderness and dragonflies playing at the pond; the fearful expedition, the motivator, the peaceful passage, the comforter. With love and compassion, I'm traveling north to Alaska and south to the Southern Poles.

Someday, I’m heading back East again.