I love to travel. For a little while I get to leave my responsibilities behind, at least the mental and physical responsibilities of home-making, making a buck, teenager-care, etc. I seem to have more choice when I travel – when I wake or sleep, what I eat and drink, who I talk to, how I … Continue reading So I travel… to be home.
I fell in love with it on its first release in mid-2000s and it has been with me ever since. The Bulgari “Rose Essentielle” fragrance evoked romance and glamour, and it was a departure from my then attraction to citrus tones. But recently, I decided I needed a change. Why? Just because. It was an … Continue reading Scent and authenticity
I remember a little boy, precocious and mischievous. I can’t quite remember his facial features, but I do remember my feelings of him. Sometimes exasperation, often a challenge because I saw an intelligence and perhaps the need for guidance, understanding and kindness. He was 6 or 7 years old then, and I was in my … Continue reading Before he was a man
Well, I didn’t see this coming. Not so soon anyway. Another change. Another transition. But just another day in life’s journey. I am both glad and sad… perhaps sad is too dramatic. It is certainly poignant. And not for the usual reasons. It is always a thrill to see him exceed my expectations; the determination … Continue reading Walking my talk
I am imbued with a sense of excitement – for you as you go into the world. Beyond adventure and travel, this is symbolic of the independence, the adulthood you are embarking upon. Because I have lived longer years and seen more things that could go wrong than you, I am feeling far less invincible … Continue reading Growing up
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…
She is bright… in fact, this is an understatement. Her IQ aside, she has developed a maturity and self-efficacy way beyond her tender years. So when she spoke of writing songs and making music at 10 years old, I was happy to indulge her. She did not jump up and down with the excitement that … Continue reading Her journey begins…
This song popped up on my playlist so I'm sharing it. Returning to 1995...to one of my favourite songs and the soulful voice of Tracy Chapman. ~ FlorenceT © 2017 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
This was purchased from an artist at a local market many, many moons ago... Do you identify? One day, I'll be able to say 'yes' to every one...artist or not 😉 ~ FlorenceT © 2017 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
I crept into the back of the Hall as the speaker began. I had made sure I would be a little late so everyone was seated and facing the stage at the front. I didn’t want her to see me, not quite sure what that reception was to be – pleasure, anger, embarrassment… This was … Continue reading Renewal and inspired, by whom?
Thanksgiving... giving thanks... for what do we give thanks? Today? At this time? In a time when every change, great or small, is tracked, accentuated, dissected, analysed, discussed... its volume so loud that we lose sight of its actual significance, we lose the measure of their relative importance. Everything is the same, and nothing is … Continue reading Contemplation on Thanksgiving
Vulnerability and strength, two words not commonly associated with each other until recent years. Vulnerability tends to be perceived as weakness rather than strength. And how often have I had to remind myself in the candid moments, in the times when being true to myself seemed a betrayal, when the tears flowed and the heart … Continue reading I believe in you
"Take care of all your Memories. For you cannot relive them. Bob Dylan" It is fascinating how memories return, in the least expected ways. There we were, travelling home late at night after his training. A winter’s night, and he had earlier jumped into the car, hugging himself tight and then putting his hands over … Continue reading Memories of an era
Well I have been a little, and though my intellect, my mind tells me to chill, sometimes the emotions and the body react. I hope I am not alone when I say it is so easy, rather unthinkingly to take the stressed out emotions out on someone else. That can happen, don't flay yourself over … Continue reading Stressed out
Things change, and so do we. New Year is just round the corner. The Chinese one, that is. Although I grew up ensconced in a Chinese family within a predominantly Chinese community, my understanding of the rituals and traditions of Chinese New Year is basic at best. I'll put this down to leaving home at … Continue reading Tradition has its place…