There is a luminous space between hopeful and hopeless, where hope still resides. The place of stillness, neither active or passive. A place where we observe beyond, gather and consolidate. Where we let things come...and go without expectations or anticipation. A place where light and darkness do not matter; their presence merely a balancing phenomenon.… Continue reading Luminous space
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
She has lived alone for a few years. Most nights she gets to choose the side of her bed she will lay. She slips in (and out) gently and is still a calm "sleeper", rarely does she mess up her bed covers. This reduces the time she needs to make her bed in the morning.… Continue reading Sleeping patterns
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
I marvel at the unbounded desires of the mortal's heart, never ceasing its quest for love. Often hopeful of fulfilling its deepest longings. Yet sometimes we need to leave its door open, Be humble to the comings and goings. I marvel at the complexity of the human mind, its capacity to tell stories of everything.… Continue reading Heart and mind
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?
He said, "reading is a dangerous thing". And I agree. He being the owner at a quaint bookstore I decided to venture in on a whim. The store can be characterised as local yet it has been years since I had been inside. Filled with predominantly pre-loved books of different genres and wide topics. I… Continue reading Reading is dangerous
She is afraid of how she'll present in a crowd and to anyone - will she falter, will she seem stupid, will she know the best way to be. And she is fearful of what will happen as her mind tells her stories of worst outcomes of any situation. What if she can't cope? What… Continue reading Stories told
I am not a physically active person, preferring the comforts of a cozy armchair and a good book. Yet there are still a lot of movements and actions in my life, as a friend reminded me. I was conditioned to strive, to be effortful. A moment of rest deemed wasteful. The do-er in me conditioned… Continue reading Movements and stillness
I understand enough Mandarin, for it to serve me in my travels. So perhaps it is understanding what the lyrics mean that drew me to this song. Perhaps it is the poignant melody. Or both. The unofficial translation of the poetic Mandarin lyrics does not do it justice, yet it is the closest I could… Continue reading An ordinary path
“You’ve got a nice set-up here,” he said walking in. “Yes, I do spend quite a bit of time here, so it’s got to be comfortable,” I said. He gently touched the ornaments displayed, reading the spines of books which caught his attention. It is not often we get these relaxed times together, a sense… Continue reading These things
The real test is that your truth should be good for yourself… So don’t play the missionary… Let other people belong to themselves and look after their own improvement… If they are really satisfied, then nobody should disturb them. If they are not satisfied with what they possess, they will probably seek something better… ~… Continue reading Belonging to themselves
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”
Advancing, retreating... ebb and flow. Filling, emptying... replenishing and relinquishing. Deconstructing and reconstructing. This is how life is. Sometimes we are aware of this dynamic process, but often we are just living our daily lives, filled with busy events and tasks. Particularly during this pandemic, things seem a little repetitive and predictable. Sometimes we pay… Continue reading We are arriving
I am neglecting her. And with this, attendant guilt. Not all the time, just enough to elevate the stress level. I do not believe that I must attend to her all the time, consistently and regularly. But I’d started out with this intention. And the habit had been long ingrained until recently. A new interest… Continue reading Which to honor?
Music, poetry, and books - all these have held me and continue to do so during these weird times, which are feeling strangely normal. I have long felt the value of artistic expressions and productions. Art has brought a certain gladness, many smiles and a sense of connection to something far greater than I. There… Continue reading What good is art?
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
A windy wintry day, somewhat unexpected three weeks into spring. I woke to the tinkling sound of wind chimes which hang on the front porch and sunlight peeping through the dark curtains. Looking out, everything beyond my window is silhouetted against the sun, and there it was - the Japanese maple tree transplanted to its… Continue reading Truth will emerge
Is what we do meaningful? Do we do things because we believe them to be meaningful, or do we find meaning after we have done them? During my teenage years, I was entranced with Hong Kong entertainer, Leslie Cheung - award-wining singer and actor, songwriter and music producer. One of his films, Farewell, My Concubine… Continue reading Meaning in hindsight?
A little creativity... and I like the prompt word. Funny how some words just beckon 🙂 Prompt word 'stay' for the 'a' line, as supplied by Ronovan Write's weekly prompt. What 'a' line? Check this out here. Self-assured undeterred they stay their way, looking for that future when the sun sets; hope she nurtures in… Continue reading She knows