I was running on the neighborhood, huffing and puffing trying to clock-in my daily target of 4km, when I saw a black and white feathered bird chilling at the exact the same place I took a picture of the The Fifth Spirit Tarot’s Seven of Swords card a couple weeks earlier. And I thought to myself: another tarot imitating life moment.
My morning routine stays the same ━ bed coffee, morning journal and tarot cards.
Today’s card was The Hermit. I also pulled another card to honour Valentine’s day and wrote a semi-lengthy journal about it. I continued with yoga, short exercise and a 5km run at the Albert Park, which thankfully is still within the 5km limit set by the government.
We then stopped by the South Melbourne Market where I got free-range eggs, honey-lemon potion, pumpkin-seed bread, and other things to make a typical Aussie brunch menu: chill scrambled eggs on toasts with smashed-avo on the side.
I quickly prep the food back home, declaring it as Valentine’s day meal made with lots of love when I served it to Fafa. He got me a bunch of gorgeous pink tulips and pre-ordered a tarot deck (I KNOW!) for Valentine, the least I could do was to cook the man a warm meal.
After lunch, Fafa went to study to read up on his upcoming project while I did a bit of reading. Then I started watching Contagion and dozed off half-way before waking up to Fafa sitting beside me, watching the finale of Your Honor.
There is nothing much to share about the lockdown nor my feelings about it, except maybe it looks like it’s going to last more than five days which gives me a bit of anxiety. But I have decided no point in dwelling about it today and ruin my restful Sunday.
Before I leave for the day, let me share one of my favourite poetry about love by one of my favourite poet, Bianca Sparacino:
My god, I hope you find love. And I don’t just mean that in regards to someone you wrap your tired bones around at night. I mean that I hope you find love in every aspect of your life. I hope you find it tucked into early morning sunrises, and the smell of your favourite places. I hope you find it strung between the laughter you share with your friends, I hope it bounces off of you when you hug the people you care for, I hope it swells within your ribcage whenever you hear your favourite song, or discover something that moves you. I hope you fall in love with growth, and change, and the messiness and the beauty of fucking up, and making mistakes, and becoming exactly who you want to be. I hope you find love in places that were once void of it, in places within yourself that you could have been softer to, kinder to, in the past. Because if there is one thing I have learned, it is that love is so much more than a boy, or a girl, who holds your heart. Love is everything around you. It is everything.
I truly hope you had a love filled Valentine day. Sending you virtual blessings and love 💌.
…Rang in the new year in Japan for the third time in a row. We had sushi and sake as the first meal of the year.
…Went to Bali for a weekend getaway. Now reflecting back, I am grateful we had the chance to travel outside of Australia this year.
…Started a new job in a new company.
…Practice with Miko, the first (second-hand) film camera I scored on eBay at the end of last year.
…Celebrated my friend’s, Liz, 30th birthday with a stay-cation in Mornington Peninsula.
…Joined a witch coven.
…Bought my first ever indie tarot deck created by a female artist, then the second, then the third.
…Studied for CPA.
…Started liking black-coffee which no doubt is heavily influenced by Fafa.
…Finally enjoyed a good sandwich. It’s from Tivoli bakery on Toorak road which was introduced to me by Liz.
…Lived in lock-down for the most part of the year.
…Had a lengthy period of sadness from the combination of Covid and seasonal depression.
…Which made me pick up running.
…and journal-ed as if my life depends on it.
…Got a tarot deck and oracle deck for birthday gifts from Fafa and Jik respectively.
…Had plenty of tarot readings.
…Deepen my tarot practice.
…Started a tarot blog then stopped because I thought I didn’t have that much to talk about in relation to tarot.
…Facetimed with my parents every single day from March onwards.
…Started this blog, a personal blog, but proceed to discuss mostly about tarot.
…Paid for a Google Photos account.
…Found out that Chiron has entered my chart since March and will stay there until the beginning of next year. Eek!!
…Finally read The Alchemist and generally read more books than last year.
…Stayed in a Mornington Peninsula airbnb.
…and in a Meletos winery in Yarra Valley.
…and in the farmhouse in Echuca where I took a boat trip along the famous Murray River.
…Went to an art gallery in Bendigo to celebrate our date-anniversary.
In less than 24 hours of staying here, I have decided to 1) buy a house with a similar layout in the city and 2) fill it with vintage furniture and antique knick-knacks 3) come back here next year 4) buy a farm+farmhouse as our holiday+retirement house in the future. So yes, in short, the farm stay is going well.
I was asleep within a few minutes; I put my head onto the soft pillow yesterday night. And sadly, that has been a while, back home, I usually toss and turn and wake up a few times during the night. Not to mention the concurring nightmares I have been having throughout December.
I woke up in the morning feeling refreshed — greeted by a gorgeous sunrise which can be seen from our bedroom window. I stayed in bed, half-asleep and listed ten things I am grateful for.
Since I haven’t had such a good morning for a while, I thought I’d leverage it by picking up running again. Thankfully, I had some sense to pack up my running gear into the car yesterday 😀 The run was well, hard and pretty embarrassing stat-wise, but hey at least I am restarting again.
I came back to the farmhouse with smell of bacon filling the air in the kitchen. Fafa was cooking us a full-set of brekkie. Damn, the day is getting better and better.
After breakfast, I retreat to the dining room, which I called the Tech-room to do some tarot reading (my card of the day was the Six of Wands and Fafa’s was the Two of Wands) while listening to the Tarot Wildy podcast and sipping the home-made cappuccino.
Around midday, we went out with the plan of having lunch at the Echuca town-centre. However, all the places are either closed or full or have the least appetising menu ever. I told Fafa I would make lunch for us instead, just that he has to wait for a bit longer.
I made one-pot- pasta with four basic ingredients, including pasta. And salad — which I first had at Jen’s place when she invited us for early Christmas lunch some weeks ago. I loved it so much that I asked her for the recipe.
Aunty Jen’s Summer Salad
(serves two hungry people): one big red onion, three medium-sized tomatoes, mozzarella (can be replaced with bocconcini), salad leaves, fresh basil and any stone fruit. Add olive oil, garlic powder, salt, pepper to taste.
My tweaks: I forgot to put the stone fruit! but I added a bit of cranberries, green grapes, slivers of almonds and a dash of chilli powder just because we both like it spicy.
After the super late lunch, we retired to the sofa where Fafa watched the boxing day test’s continuation, while I dozed off (so much for reading the books I brought).
We then fed the chickens, greeted the cows and snacked at the porch. We went in soon after as the weather was the complete opposite of the blue-sky yesterday and this morning. I think there is a huge storm coming our way tonight. I’m off to take a shower now. After that the plan is to curl up on the comfy sofa with a book and a glass of wine.
Hope you are having a nice relaxing break as well, wherever you are. More tomorrow – xo.
Guess who did the happiest 5k marathon yesterday? Me!
I found out about The Color Run Night – Get Ready to Glow in Melbourne the day I landed here and quickly signed us up. I wanted to keep up the momentum of these happiest 5k events. Starting from last year’s Music Run in Jakarta and now with the unusual nighttime run, there was no way we were not attending the color run event, even though I couldn’t run to save my life and it’s almost winter here in Melbourne.
I might be one of the laziest people you will ever meet on this planet, though even while saying that, I did train for the night color run. I have been running for the past two weekends, around our neighborhood and in the botanical garden to build my strength. By running I mean I ran for like 5 minutes before stopping to do duck watching or grab a coffee in the neighborhood coffee shop for the next 10 minutes before continuing the same cycle five to six times. I also have been fast walking to the train station and later from the station to my office building.
On the color run day, I had a very yummy breakfast and bought cheap running pants from Target, just in case it could be ruined by all the colors; I love Target btw. I even slept in the afternoon to preserve my energy. In short, I didn’t want to be completely unprepared for the color run.
Apparently, I still came unprepared, at least if I compared myself with the other attendees who came with hardcore face paints and colorful tutus. One even came to her wedding dress.
We got there at 6 PM, close to the event starting time, and the queue for check-in was super long so we didn’t have time to roam around the field to get coffee nor buy the super cool hairband with the words Color Run written on it. Once we checked-in, we had just enough time to grab our packages, change into a pink tutu (only me), and join another queue, the runners’ queue.
By that time, it started to rain, not heavily, but so damn windy and damn cold. I was practically shivering. At that moment, seeing the hashtag #Happiest5k on my number tag (I was #24321) felt like a cruel joke. Oh man, in any other circumstance I would have been in bed, curling up inside my blanket with hot milk but not this time. This time I had to be an adult. The I-have-already-paid-for-this-and-I-am-keeping-the-damn-momentum kind of adult.
And I did it. Well, by did I mean I ran for like 5 minutes before starting to walk, in my defense, it was a fast walk throughout the night in the rain, so gimme a break.
During the run, walk I mean, we passed by a few color stops where they threw glow-in-the-dark colors on us and high-fived us for reaching this stage. There were blue, pink, yellow, and green sections. These were the best parts of the color run. People got super excited when they got color thrown on them, and some of them even laid down on the floor to bask in it.
My favorite part, though, was the snow where they blew huge soap bubbles into the air with a cannon looking machine. People, no matter what their age was, went gaga here. Another fun part was the dancing with soap bubbles floating in the air everywhere with dance music blasting in the background. It was super fun to watch and experience.
Towards the end, people started to cheat by finding a shortcut to the exit. Surprisingly, I didn’t want to. I felt pumped from the run, okay fast walk, and was happy to do the full 5k. That time, it felt like a #Happiest5k indeed.
I was expecting a medal when we reached the finish line, but instead they gave me a pack of color powder. What was I supposed to do with it after the run? That was a little disappointing, and I seriously thought they should pump up with the music. Running in silence, on a cold, rainy night with a bunch of strangers seemed a little depressing, especially when you couldn’t see the next stop of the color run.
The best scenario would be mixing the music run and the color run into one big event. There you go, one day people will thank me for this brilliant idea.
Meanwhile, I have decided to participate in the Color Run Tropicolor in Sydney, 125 days from now, solely based on the Tropi kit that they are giving. It looks cool, and I will finally have the headband I wanted so much. Now, I just need to convince Jik to do it with me.