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
Jet lagged, and my body can’t sense its clock. This is not about sleeping or waking, feeling hungry or otherwise. This is the “clock” which senses the passing of day… it knows the sensations of morning, noon or night no matter if it is tired. It activates accordingly, and there is a certain flow to… Continue reading A lesson of jet-lag
We tell ourselves stories in order to live. ~ Joan Didion Stories, they are all stories we tell across time and space. Some stories we take as absolute truths, some stories as fairytales. These stories fixed forever till someone dares to ask “why”, to confront with “so what”. Then there are stories which change with… Continue reading Storyteller, thy fiction
Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose; Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal? Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover? Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?… Continue reading Are you the new person drawn toward me?
Using science to explain the meaning of connectedness… an incredible talk. “Every breath that you take contributes to the countless lives after you, lives you will never see… it is worth thinking that maybe the meaning of our lives is beyond the scope of our understanding.” The way that we are in our… Continue reading Connectedness – the science
Letting go is not an easy thing to do for one – moi - who is used to managing things. This is especially when I have to let go of who-is-now a young man, filled with enthusiasm for life, feeling entirely invincible. But then I know better, don’t I? I still remember his need for… Continue reading His wilderness… let go
I have posted quite a few "things" about solitude, and wrote about what it is and why we need it. It was even in a poem. Here are Parker Palmer's definitions of Solitude and Community which are truly compelling. And I so agree. They are states of being, not doing. What do you think? Solitude does not necessarily mean… Continue reading Solitude – Community
I have been doing quite a bit of cooking lately. Not much of a revelation unless you know me well. You will know my self-value is not tied to how well I keep house involving cleaning or cooking – I was brought up to place significance and priority on my intellect and academics. Perhaps I… Continue reading Contemplating cooking…