(In the province of Batangas, Luzon island in the Philippines.)
Can’t go wrong with this combination…
Let’s grab some breakfast from Dean and Deluca
A hearty choco sig…
(Inspired by Steely Dan’s “Janie Runaway”)
A weekend golfer tries to hit the green over the water from 200 yards through the fog.
“No guts, no glory.”
Why do we take risks?
Apparently each one of us has a different appetite for different kinds of risk, according to some studies. Do you like to risk life and limb bungee jumping but not your life savings on a business venture? Do you like going on adventures to new places but not starting a conversation with a stranger?
We also tend to believe that risks apply to other people but not to us — that’s why we sometimes ignore warning signs and safety rules because “we are super heroes.”
Somehow we can’t resist taking risks.
Well at least there’s always golf, where the worst thing that can happen is a lost ball and a bruised ego.
I’m the part of the bird that’s not in the sky. I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry. What am I?
I can only live where there is light, but I die if the light shines on me. What am I?
What is as big as you and yet does not weigh anything?
I crawl on the earth and rise on a pillar. What am I?
In my post Solitude Is Not Loneliness I wrote that “we should pay more attention to Solitude. In the silence, hear our inner voice, find our way when we feel we are lost, see and appreciate the poetry in the universe.”
This is where I go to hear my inner voice.
Imagination — sometimes it is enough.
Above the clouds at Mt. Fuji 5th station, at dawn.