What are you doing Now?

Are you still there? And What are you doing now? Amazing isn’t it 🙂

I am digging to the bottom of the pit of power analysis on to justify the practical significance of my study. The truth, I found it’s kind of weird when the scholarly journal articles that I’ve read didn’t report the effect size of their findings. What it means to me? I do not have a point of reference how much effect size typically similar studies like mine are detected in the field. I am still thinking on how best to about it – to go around the outskirt ? or to go right through it? Still thinking, and hope to come out with the most logical decision without hurting anybody in the end.

 

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Talking with the Sky

I couldn’t stay home that day. I had one look at the bluish sky with its cotton white clouds drifting away. From my study window and sliding door, I saw them. I knew it. Feeling unbearable, I can’t stay home. My heart was aching! Aching to devour the bluish skies out there … To feel the strong wind, to listen to the fluttering leaves as the gush of wind passing through them over and over them. To celebrate the freedom that I have in my soul. And wanting to be closer to nature. To be in nature. To touch the life. Alhamdulillah Yaa Allah. Yaa Rahmaan. Yaa Rahiim.

At one point while standing the strong wind, tears were so close to my eyes.  There was a growing feeling of how grateful I am.  To own two eyes that differentiate colors of nature. To possess two ears that allow me to hear the sounds of nature that I come to love.  To own a heart, that calmly beating the same pace as nature’s heart. To own a soul to feels the blessing. The nature seems to understand how  I felt. The strong wind subdued, leaving only the soft one touching my face with a silky touch but light as feathers. As if telling me, We appreciate you join us at this moment. Alhamdulillah Yaa Allah. Yaa Rahmaan. Yaa Rahiim. فَبِأَيِّ آلاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ

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Return to the moment … there I was, with the camera at hand at the green garden. Standing the wind. With the two lenses. Undecided which one to give priority to. I truly had to make a decision. Life is all about making decisions. Don’t you agree?

Feasting my eyes on the greener carpet grass compares to early spring. The beautiful flowers and plants in front of me. Dancing with the wind that sometimes soft sometimes hard. Lost in thoughts. My brain was still thinking about how should I continue to write to express what I truly want to say on the journey …