There is always hope, somewhere.

I wanted to write about the munias I saw last Friday, on my way back from work. My heart was heavy with the news from Nice, exhausted by the seemingly unceasing flow of pain and agony.

There is a nice stretch of wild plants (I refuse to call them ‘weeds’) where I walk to the bus stop. Some of these wild plants are seed-heavy at the moment.

When I was walking along this stretch last Friday, there was a flock (family group?) of tiny birds chirping and foraging on these seeds. At first, I thought they were sparrows. Then one emerged on the footpath and it was more slender than a sparrow. It had a thicker beak, almost like a finch’s *. Munias. There was at least five munias. They scattered when I approached. For a moment, I just watched them and admired their beauty.

They were too quick for my phone camera. But my heart was full with the images of them foraging, feeding and just being.

There is always hope, somewhere.

* Munias are actually part of the Estrildid finch family. They  look like these and these. I believe the ones I saw were scaly-breasted munias (Lonchura punctula).

 

Live in the now and present.

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Xiao Xiao & Pickled White Radish

The awesome Fran Wilde invited me to talk about Xiao Xiao and a favorite recipe of mine. I love white radish pickles. 🙂

The level of sugar is up to you. You can actually put in a cup of sugar, or two tablespoons of it, to taste. The book’s recipe has a cup of sugar and four teaspoons to taste. But you can lower the amount of sugar a few notches. 🙂

 

More on the Rider books

Please help. Signal boost if you can.

A Wolf's Tale

This series has suffered from poor sales. In Singapore, I have reached a dead end. It is effectively dead in the water. Lack of marketing and obscurity sometimes can kill a series in the tracks and consequently the author suffers.

Also, if you can suggest ways to help me keep the Rider books afloat, please tell me. Perhaps it would be too ambitious for me to wish that big name auhors are my friends and could help me signal boost the books. Wishful thinking on my part.

So, please signal boost if you can. I just can’t let this series die on me. I don’t have any klout in sff, so I couldn’t wish for anything. But my Riders books are my babies. So to hoping for a better future.

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Botany poetry mag, anyone?

Boosting this up to remind myself… 🙂

A Wolf's Tale

But my hare-brained schemes tend to fail. 🙂

Happy 1st of July.

(PS: The banner/header is just for fun)

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I wonder how Singaporean honey tastes,

You know, bees collecting nectar

Along the roads and the streets –

Doing their duty for the nation,

Their nation, ruled by a queen

Who have eggs and servants

Who feed her the best of foods

Money cannot buy.

I wonder how Singaporean honey tastes,

You know, does it taste

Like car fumes, cigarette smoke

And urban housing as thick as forests

Over taking real trees and real flowers

That still grow along the roadside

Brave like the sun.

I wonder how Singaporean honey tastes,

You know, does it taste as sweet

As golden and redolent of the sun –

Or does it taste like fumes, smoke

And people littering everywhere

Ignorant of bees collecting nectar

Above their heads.

They don’t look up.

And honey…

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Last chapter on Xiao Xiao

Chapter Fifteen – The Dream of the Dragon Princess.

Next month (August) – Patrons will be getting chapters from Claw of the Clan, a werewolf space opera.

If you want to get Rider and Speaker

… the Amazon formatting sucks, try Gumroad:

https://gumroad.com/jolantru

 

Sea Glass (an Oysters, Pearls & Magic story)

I went down to one of the beaches today. Being next to the sea did something good for my spirits. I also combed the shore line for sea glass.

This flash is for the Oysters, Pearls & Magic readers.

“The beach behind the restaurants of Lambs Quarters is littered with sea glass. Bottles, big and small, shattered, broken, all found their way on the shore’s edge. ”

Sea Glass

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Botany poetry mag, anyone?

But my hare-brained schemes tend to fail. 🙂

Happy 1st of July.

(PS: The banner/header is just for fun)

umbelpanicle2

I wonder how Singaporean honey tastes,

You know, bees collecting nectar

Along the roads and the streets –

Doing their duty for the nation,

Their nation, ruled by a queen

Who have eggs and servants

Who feed her the best of foods

Money cannot buy.

 

I wonder how Singaporean honey tastes,

You know, does it taste

Like car fumes, cigarette smoke

And urban housing as thick as forests

Over taking real trees and real flowers

That still grow along the roadside

Brave like the sun.

 

I wonder how Singaporean honey tastes,

You know, does it taste as sweet

As golden and redolent of the sun –

Or does it taste like fumes, smoke

And people littering everywhere

Ignorant of bees collecting nectar

Above their heads.

They don’t look up.

And honey would taste as sweet anywhere.

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