I cannot remember the first language my father spoke to me in when I was child and in my growing years. This random thought popped into my mind. And what did we speak of? Was it the importance of education and making the ‘right’ choices? The necessity for a ‘good’ career? The difference of genders?… Continue reading The first language
I've been AWOL for a month. And feeling a little guilty for neglecting my blog. It's not that I have run out of things to say after blogging for 7 years. It's because I have spoken so much in my other life in recent times, that the thought of expressing more is not inviting. I… Continue reading AWOL
Sydney was put into COVID19 lock down again, fortunately for 2 weeks only...for now. When it was announced, relief swept through me and it felt like a holiday had been declared. And I wonder why. After all, I work mostly from home and a lock down have relatively little impact on me. Yes, I do… Continue reading Expectations
To knowing yourselfGiving yourself spaceTo rest, heal and reviveTo give over to moments of nourishment and renewalTo go easy,Tomorrow is another day, To being kind to yourself,Loving yourself. Their grace of being kind to themselves, creating mental frameworks to house their experiences, boundaries to maintain their sense of self, choosing each day to sit in… Continue reading Honouring what is
Cynics speak of the transactional nature of love. Maybe it is not so. And perhaps it is, on a functional perspective. In daily activities, choices are made. In the realm of human existence, decisions are taken. Give and take, so they say. We take stock; subconsciously for what cannot be measured. And in the midst… Continue reading Cynics say
Responsibility looks different in context, and irresponsibility comes in many guises. It was a decision made after extensive consideration. It was a decision which saddened and hurt others. It was a decision to honor their own experiences and a demonstration of loving oneself. It was a decision which presented difficulties on many fronts. Their one… Continue reading Kindest I can be?
What happens when someone leaves? To those left behind, there will be a period of remembering and reflection. News of her passing is no different. She was larger than life, beyond her physicality. The volatility of her words and actions left indelible prints upon the lives of those around her. I was only young when… Continue reading She left
What does it actually mean, for you or another? Perhaps this poem resonates? sometimes I love you means I want to love you sometimes I love you means I'll stay a little while longer sometimes I love you means I'm not sure how to leave sometimes I love you means I have nowhere else to… Continue reading “I love you”
So I've been thinking... (it's a dangerous thing 🙂 ) That loving is an art. It is a form of doing and not a science. And how does one approach this art? To excel in art, we begin with the acquiring of knowledge (ie. know-how) then we practice it such that it becomes second nature… Continue reading Loving as art
This poem by Korean poet, Jeong Hyeonjong <정현종> appears in his 2009 anthology, Island <섬>. A Visitor <방문객> To have a visitor is indeed a matter of gravity. For he brings with him his past present plus his future. Brings with him his whole life. Brings with him his heart vulnerable as can be as… Continue reading A Visitor, poem by Jeong Hyeonjong
Sensuousness… what’s your take on it? A rainy day in the mountains, in (what feels like) the depth of winter. As I finish the weekly errands, I long for a warm room, a seat by the window looking out into the grey sky and shadows of the nature around , a steaming cup of coffee… Continue reading Sensuousness…daily.
“In a gentle way, you can shake the world.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi How does one bring to another's attention their unhelpful behaviours? I don’t mean “bad” behaviour. There is no judgment here from a position of authority or expertise. It is a deduction of possibilities, a perspective or insight which I hope to bring. What… Continue reading Just being helpful?
I do not watch horror movies; I shield my eyes in critical moments in a suspense thriller. (No, I'm not missing the “excitement” at all!) Where possible, I choose not to engage in conflict. I have created a peaceful space in my home and in my life in general. I live a relatively simple life.… Continue reading Can we bear it?
What a fortnight this has been... while I have had the privilege of working from home for some time now, the intense preparation for the work-from-home measures at my workplace has left me tired, sombre and contemplative. As news of international travel bans, airlines implementing severe reduction in domestic flights, and borders closing were broadcast,… Continue reading The heart of the matter
The lunar new year has dawned…and the traditional celebration goes for 15 days. I anticipate another family gathering this week to mark the end of this festive period. Celebratory it may be, I do not mark time with festive seasons, whether they be Christmases or new years or lunar new years. Oddly, not birthdays either.… Continue reading When did you…?
words like venom surge, denial futile, love absent; its outcome certain? ~ FlorenceT The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #290. This week's prompt words are Jump and Asp. Asp made me think of venom, while surge is a synonym for jump. Too tenuous the relationships? 🙂 If you are interested… Continue reading Venom #Haiku 290
I recall reading somewhere (though I do not remember where otherwise I would have quoted it here) that our children are here to teach us something about life. Wise words, indeed 😉 ? I am often reminded of this when parenting challenges arise, such as when I ran out of solutions or strategies to deal… Continue reading Are you noticing?
For the ones who neglect themselves, who prioritize others' wellbeing, remember. It is not a selfish act to work on your own selves. In and through your growth, you embody and model, inspire and en-courage others to their better selves. You are better able to be in relationships that serve and nurture. Food for thought… Continue reading Imperfections
I have been called an over-thinker 🙂 and I shall not admit or deny this. It’s all relative and subject to circumstances. Sometimes it is warranted and thus, is it overthinking? Sometimes I ought to have been a bit more spontaneous, that’s for sure. And sometimes they are moments of reflection, to ponder the meanings… Continue reading A final act
I was lucky there was no physical injury, merely a loss of property. A bruise to my ego to be scammed; it is some consolation by the fact that I was being kind and helpful. It was the loss of personal items and conveniences that bothered me more than the loss of cash and credit… Continue reading Kindness of others