A Place Called Home

A graceful egret perched on a branch surrounded by a blurred natural backdrop.

Upon the clear blue skies, not a cloud in sight.

Upon a green mountain top, I spread my white feathery wings to see the world below.

I rely on my keen instincts to scout out my surroundings to find a place call “home.”

Where is home?

Home is where I could simply be myself.

A place where I could find protection from predators and raise my future generation.

Life is simple here, living among others that share the same purpose in life.

A place called home, like no other than the lake itself.

A place of sanctuary where the sun rises quietly each morning, to guide me through the day.

The moonlight cast a pale soft yellow glow reflecting the water at night.

At night, I perch silently on a tree branch dozing off to sleep.

This is a place called home, like no other.

Reflections of Me and You

What I see within, I also see in you.

We are so much alike, but also so different.

We could change ourselves to blend in with the rest, but still, “me and you” are only reflections of whom we strive to be.

What is real and what is fake?

Only “me and you” holds the key awareness of our true identities.

Reflections of “me and you” could bounce back tenfold, either for good or bad if not handled wisely.

Please take care of “me and you”

By Jazzmin S. Lu

Moral lesson:

Living in harmony with others requires a well balance mind and continuous acceptance of other cultures. Beneath it all, we are still emotionally connected through similar experiences.

Past, Present, and Future

Leave the past behind, because it no longer matters…

You can’t change what has been said and done.

Live in the present, because it is a gift of opportunity to start again.

Search and look within to find happiness.

Plan for the future, to find meaning in your life journey.

Envision your future and hold your dreams tightly within your grasp.

Past, present and future.

These are chapters of your life story.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

Embracing Multicultural Narratives for Healing

My Story.

My multicultural backgrounds have shaped me who I am today. The purpose of this blog is to share and inspire people to appreciate what nature has to offer and stories that could heal your soul.

My Mother’s Shadow

She gave me life and tried to raised me, to be the best version of herself as a woman.

Growing up, she tell me stories of her homeland that she missed dearly.

As a child, I couldn’t imagine the sacrifices and loneliness she felt deep within, without someone to soothe her emotional pain.

I wish then that I was old enough to wipe away all her tears of sadness and tell her, ” this will pass, everything in life is temporary.”

She gave unconditional love without seeking rewards in return, but to see me one day become a dutiful and loving daughter to her.

Is that the life of a traditional mother? Born and raised to fulfill the duties and expectations of others with selfless love and without a voice?

I could only be my mother’s shadow, walking beside and sometimes behind her. It seems that we are “one”, but we are actually “two” identities that want to continue the lifelong journey together.

Being my mother’s shadow was a difficult task. Our lives entwined with endless battles of racial discrimination, social and gender bias as a woman and sustaining a peaceful life of the “American Dream”.

All grown up, I could no longer be my mother’s shadow. I must let her go, to live her last phase of life.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

Foreword: If you are fortunate to have a loving immigrant mother that raised you to be your best self, show her that she is appreciated and loved. Words couldn’t express all that she sacrificed and not able to have a “voice”.