Meet Ling
As a little girl, I had a “Treasure Chest.” It was a rusty iron box whose original color could no longer be determined.
In it, there were a few glass beads, a comb with broken teeth, an empty perfume bottle, and many other items that my parents, sisters and bother considered to be rubbish. Looking back, I understand how they felt as they did. Yet, at that time, they were my gems.
On the days when my parents and older siblings cleaned our home, they would inevitably ask me to throw my treasure chest and its contents away—anywhere out of their sight. Determined not to let them go, I frantically searched for a good place to hide them—dreaming of my own very private spot to collect and protect my “treasure.”
As I grew older, I learned to love to read novels. Nevertheless, I had homework to do. When it was done, my parents would ask me to sleep.
Wanting to stay awake and read, I dreamed of having a secret treehouse. A quiet refuge where I could read or think about a young girl’s secrets. I imagined that in my treehouse, no one would ever bother me.
Now, I am grown up. As an adult, I deal with all the typical adult challenges—job, husband, child, money, and housework, to name a few. And, of course, there are wars, global warming, and growing crime rates… These issues are enormous.
But, even though I can do little about wars, global warming, or accelerating crime rates, I can do my best each day to be grateful for and pass along all the kindness, warmth, and love I have received in my life.
I am just over 60 years old and a small woman. I am learning English, but I have a ways to go before achieving fluency. Still, I have a dream—I want to plant a tree and build a warm and comforting respite for my friends and me like the one I dreamed of as a child.
Since I’m not a carpenter, I start with this, my blog. It is the latest version of the treasure chest I cherished as a child. Here, I can write anything I want, and collect and share my stories with no one telling me it’s time to sleep!
Maybe I’m crazy. But I tell myself that if I live to be 80, I have 20 years to collect my treasures. My daughter is now grown and self-sufficient. I no longer have to race to earn a living, and I can concentrate on what I love. These are the golden years of my life. Why not use this time to fulfill my dreams?
So, this is the treehouse I always dreamed of having. It is a “treasure chest” filled with my imagination and life stories.
Please delight in your time here. Let’s join together here to read, enjoy, visit, rest, and connect at a human level.
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Interested in Ling’s stories? You are more than welcome to contact her! She is friendly and approachable, so don’t hesitate to reach out and chat with her about her work or anything else that interests you!
