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musing #6

Coffee Maker  dedicated to my Nespresso machine She sets me on her counter, off towards the side With plenty of room for my lid to open wide. She flips through my manual and rinses my parts, Reassembles me and presses the button to start. She releases my lid to reveal a slot For placing a carefully selected pod. Closing my lid, she waits for a spell, And knows her cup is ready by the alluring smell. Tasting the brew waltzing upon her senses, She made another for her love saying he simply couldn’t miss this. Who knew that very brew would captivate him too, So she makes him one every morning without further ado. Right before work or her time study, She brews a drink as an emotional support buddy. Caffeine for the morning, decaf at night, There is never a time a mug isn’t in sight. What started with one cup turned to two, Until two became three and then a few. One for her parents, one for her in-laws, Each who enjoys a cup savors in awe. With each creation she shares among friends, Sh...
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musing #5

 grief Grief is rocking out to Just One Day by BTS, singing your favorite lyrics which are the only ones you know.  Haruman neowa naega hamkkehal su itdamyeon Haruman neowa naega sonjabeul su itdamyeon Haruman neowa naega hamkkehal su itdamyeon Haruman (Haruman) neowa naega hamkkehal su itdamyeon And then, randomly, after singing the chorus for the umpteenth time, you remember who's hand you wish you were holding...and you just burst into tears. A heaving cry as though news broke yesterday. Five minutes ago. Just now. Because you wish you could hold your cousin, Tay's, hand one more time and show her what you've come to love by BTS because you two used to share music together. YouTube videos. CDs. But now you have to enjoy it with the memory of her so you cry and listen to more BTS to cheer up and it makes you smile even though just moments ago you heaved so hard you thought your chest would cave in.  Anyhow, now, you sing along to Spring Day, Bogo sipda, bogo sipda.....
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musing #4

Estimated Reading Time: 7 min I broke down the other night from longing to play the piano again. Ached so much that I bought a cheap one to release this stress. As I remembered learning to play, I quickly realized that this purchase was also a step towards grieving the passing of my favorite music teacher of ten years who taught me how to sing, play piano, and encouraged my love of music. I still have my piano book from taking lessons with him. That night, I broke down in tears because I was flipping through my old piano lesson book and saw the marks he left on one of my assignments which reminded me of the marks he'd leave on our quizzes when we had to memorize lyrics and write them out. That exact 100% in red ink… Music has literally kept me alive. That's just what it is. I took those piano lessons with my best friend too, so there's this memory of sharing music with whom I share everything already. Sharing a bench, an experience, a gift. It's been five years, ...
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album appreciation: ARIRANG

Estimated Reading Time: 6 min   I can't let this masterpiece sit in my heart alone. I need to log my feelings and experiences as I can. This album is EVERYTHING and more, and I cannot wait for the "right" time to spill my adoration of it.
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musing #2

 time flies Estimated Reading Time: 5 min I don't even know where to start. Should I open with how I haven't touched this blog since before my holiday? Or that I was wishfully thinking when I thought I could maintain a blog with those purple talons and by the time I had them removed I was overwhelmed by life? Maybe I should talk about the status of my works in progress (nonexistent)? No, no, I should start with the fact that I have been completely burnt out from work having covered a 5-month maternity leave and part of my recovery has been reconnecting with my roots by revisiting relics from childhood and re-immersing myself in spiritual practice. Yes, I think I'll begin there. Let's say, over the past four or so years, I have been putting a lot of work into myself. Back then, my angel of passion had full reign, which usually wasn't an issue until it was an issue. That means, being passionate isn't a problem in itself, but like anything, left unchecked...
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ode to “Tom's Diner”

mintyy 🍵 · Ode to Tom’s Diner - Papoter et Bavarder Estimated Reading Time: 3 min Dear Suzanne Vega,  Thank you for “Tom's Diner”. The piece really follows what seems like a normal morning in such a poetically picturesque way.  We follow the narrator (Suzanne? A femme? Unknown?) who has entered a coffee shop to begin their morning. The pace is set where each catchy break is preceded by a line that leaves the listener curious as to what will happen next. The song follows a steady melody up until the end where the rhythm is disrupted by church bells and the line, “I am thinking of your voice.” It makes the whole story appear like a daydream or an apparition. (Shout out to VEGA for adding a beat!) The consistent pattern of lines and breaks is akin to a hum, and the bells bring this person back to the diner where they are thinking about the voice of someone whom I'd imagine is special to the narrator. By the end, we listeners are left wondering if everything before was...
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