cherry blossoms

April Love

April of last year taught us to be cautious, in the dark didn’t know what’s expected. Anxiety, confused, isolated, and daunting, prepare for the worst the world’s calling. . April of this year anticipate promises, cherry blossoms bloom gracefully tempt…
trust

An act of love or suspicion?

The perfect sunny day in London pretty much lightens my mood. Unlike yesterday’s cold and gloomy sky, my motivation to write is literally lifted from doomed. Reflecting how surroundings can affect our motivation to do something, perhaps they all start…

Step up or step back?

Often we are encouraged to step up and take the lead in overcoming challenges. The more exposed we are, the more we learn, and the wiser we become. Understanding what are the challenges, how to overcome them, and taking actions…

Am I writing enough?

It has been three years since Frames of Life Blog was established. At the beginning, I was disciplined and assertive in writing three to four posts per week. A commitment I made to myself, website was buzzing, and momentum was…

Thinking out loud.

Latest news of the day: The UK government decided to extend furlough scheme until September. I find it hard to imagine not working for months. Thinking about those who have been furloughed for months since last year, I would go…

Knowing me, knowing you.

Do you take interest in knowing about people around you? Do you know what they are doing, or at least care about their interest and what they are good at? I have family, relatives, and friends who don’t know what…

The beginning to everything.

Every experience starts from somewhere. Even a baby goes through milestones before reaching toddler’s stage. Without that first bold move, there will be no moments to share, and no story to tell. According to Tom Stafford, humans are curious in…

Cottage by the park.

Writing, sketching, painting… open doors to creative world. “There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.” – Friedrich Schiller

Hey, August.

You were here when I came into this world. Like the sun, often inviting. Like a lion, roars like there is no other. A woman of substance, not easily impressed. Like the gem of peridot, instils power. Like a bar…

Morning X.

Morning sun rises, with pride and confidence. Dawn chorus is heard, as Robins defend their territory. Sleepy snail grapples, for extra minutes. Dragging his muscular foot, to begin the day. Photo by chefswifediary