here & there

IN time, not chasing time.
That is something that I am learning. I have the tendency to live in the past or worries for the future, never in time. As a result, I am bad at the art of contentment because I am always wishing for something that could have been or something better to happen in my life. As I near the end of my twenties, I become anxious and grabby about time. The time lost, the time that should have been, the time I could've used better... Living out of time kills the joy.

To escape time though, is a different thing and we need it:
When you make music or engage yourself as a listener in music, you can escape time--until the piece of music is finished. As I play a piece on the piano, I no longer think about the passage of time but I escape from the dictation of the ticking seconds. My thoughts and being flow with the music's flow and I am IN the music. That is the beauty about music and art. You can get transported into another world that is in the room next to Time.
Same thing as prayer. When you pray, you enter into communion with God--the Eternal One where the constraint of time is broken down. There is a sweet communion with Him and you soar above the creatureliness of this world, while transcending the world paradoxically because when we are with God, He makes us rise on eagle's wings.

So let us redeem time, to count our days so we can live for God, while remembering to take time to escape time, and to commune with the One who is eternal.

I can have more philosophical musings about this, but I will stop here.

First time on the Eurostar train, Paris-bound

Here I am back to blogging for two reasons...
1. I want to learn to write more
2. Instagram is getting too overwhelming and I feel like I am just fighting for a space there whereas this blog feels like my own space, where I don't have to compete with anyone to give a voice. What a breath of fresh air

So about writing--I always have these outlines of points and sentences that form themselves as I lay in bed trying to get some sleep at night. By morning, I have forgotten all that I wanted to write and lost the motivation to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard if you may).

Blogging is where I get the space to be creative and get things out, it's my creative outlet.
Particularly, I need to move away from simply lifestyle/what I see in my daily life and travels to writing more about musicology-theology related things, and more culture. A bit more research, if you will.

Coffee--I have become one of those social media sinkers who "like" every pretty coffee photos that come out. I am not much of a shopping person, so the cafe-coffee experience is my weak spot. It gives me a sense of enjoyment which I relate to time spent having meaningful conversations with people (because a cup of coffee is meant to be sipped slowly over the course of at least an hour and that is how conversations can go beyond the 'Have you eaten today?' brevity), and to spending time with a good book or working on a paper. In reality, a fraction of my coffee time is spent trying to take photos of the moment to make it somehow last.

Exploring places--why do I go? what do I want to see? what kind of photos do I want to share?
I've been quite random, always imitating others' styles in different seasons. Consistency is something I lack. I don't know, I can't seem to stay with a thing long enough and I never get satisfied. I don't know how to restrict myself to one style, not that we have to resist change. However, I do need to sit down long enough to develop something out of persistence doing one thing well--maybe not very well at first, but with time, surely something will come out of the amateur beginnings.

So yea, back to blogging.
Please pardon the random musings, inaccuracy in words and information, and stay with me if you wish. It's not easy to craft a niche out in this world wide web.

xo
Phebe