Is it hesitation or is it careful consideration? Is it “being nice” or is it “being fearful”? Is it doubt or merely kindness? Is it being in my power or is it being mean? There was a myriad of emotions which presented these last few weeks from these questions. And when the resolution arrived, it… Continue reading Pragmatic hope
One faith is bondage. Two are free. In the trust of old love, cultivation shows a dark graceful wilderness at its heart. Wild in that wilderness, we roam the distances of our faith, safe beyond the bounds of what we know. O love, open. Show me my country. Take me home. ~ Wendell Berry, "A… Continue reading A homecoming
Now that we are required to stay home, how are you feeling? How are you experiencing this global phenomenon? Remember when you couldn’t wait to get home from work? Are you now feeling “stuck at home”? Is it a little like when you felt “stuck at work” then? What makes you experience joy or suffering?… Continue reading How is your now?
KPop sensation BTS released their album "Map of the Soul: 7" recently to international acclaim; the theme of this album addresses light and shadow of our existence. And listening to the songs I re-acquaint myself with the Jungian concepts of "light and shadow". It has been a while since I studied them. It has been… Continue reading Shadow, and will you be happy?
It is important to expect nothing, to take every experience, including the negative ones, as merely steps on the path, and to proceed. ~ Ram Dass To expect nothing... that's the tough one. Don't you think? How do we go about our daily life with no expectations? I have learnt to treat every experience… Continue reading To expect nothing
Stories are everywhere, even on the clothes we wear. Cruising along the highway, for some inexplicable reason, I notice for the first time, these stories. The canvas shoes from a country far away. I shudder recalling the moments after their purchase and their significant impact on my psyche for months to come. The distrust of… Continue reading Story of the clothes
Do you fight fire with fire? Douse it with water? Let it burn? This past week has been one such challenge. Arriving in an alien city armed with a less-than-proficient skill for the local language, I found my every attempt to communicate and get things done thwarted by unhelpful and rude attitude. The city was… Continue reading Fire with fire
I marveled at the opulence and grandeur of the place, the awe inspiring visage it presented … for the glory of God, as it is proclaimed. Oh, I am speaking of St Peter’s Cathedral which I visited recently in Rome. The direction to the Treasury of the cathedral took me into a dimly lit room,… Continue reading A little protest
Time flew, and I am aware of a habit of mine – that I don’t do things by half. Either I’m in or I’m out. When the choice is made and I’m in, I give it my best. This is a “work ethic” which I have operated on these decades of my life. To compound… Continue reading a complete experience
Living conscious… to not just know in our intellectual mind, but also to attune to our emotional and somatic experience. It is to pay attention to the happenings of our physical, emotional and spiritual spaces. And I am reminded of this very recently. I rarely dream, or should I say, I am rarely aware of… Continue reading In a dream…
Silence is mystery. That which you can name or label, that which you can interpret or express, that which you can analyse or explain, they are not silent. Silence for me dwells in the indescribable, that which I have no desire and no ability to explain in words but only to experience. You will know… Continue reading It’s a mystery
I am pretty lucky. I live close to modern amenities but not close enough to encounter sensory overload. I have flexible work hours. I have the privilege of choosing where I work so long as I get the work done, and how I work so long the work is of sound quality. With relative freedom… Continue reading The luxury of quiet … and choice
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
So after many years, I am attending a church service… at St Paul’s Cathedral, London. Choral Evensong is a different experience, one that I didn’t get to attend often. When words are spoken at me, my intellectual and rational mind gets to work. But when worship and reverence is sung, the heart is called and… Continue reading Positive space
These past few months have been a meditation of sorts - on the meaning of life not on the grand scale but on the minutiae of everyday living, mine; and on the impact this life has on those around me. We live in relationship to each other after all, whether we acknowledge it or not.… Continue reading A meditation
We did not lose ourselves because in each moment we were creating ourselves. Decades of life… every moment, every decision a reflection of that moment. With hindsight, we seek to tell of a past with reference to the past previous to that. We held a vision of ourselves in a previous past, and so that… Continue reading We did not lose ourselves.
A quiet Saturday and she, feeling a little under the weather, picked this episode to watch on Netflix. Once again, I am grateful to be given this moment to catch another glimpse into the beautiful soul of this young woman. I was keeping her company, something I know she values much when comfort is needed.… Continue reading Food bliss
"Just as there exists in writing a literal truth and a poetic truth, there also exists in a human being a literal anatomy and a poetic anatomy. One, you can see; one, you cannot. One is made of bones and teeth and flesh; the other is made of energy and memory and faith. But they… Continue reading The truths
I re-read "Eat, Pray, Love" following a conversation with a girlfriend. This Elizabeth Gilbert memoir swept the world, well the Western world, by storm in 2006 when it was published. I read it then, was rather nonplussed, and shelved the book in my collection. I had no idea why I was compelled to re-read it… Continue reading Eat.
I’ve been breathing a lot lately. The deep inhale, tell-my-self-everything-is-alright kind of breath. It’s something I’ve learnt over time to be effective to lower the blood pressure, to calm the heart rate, to calm the mind or so it seemed. And it made me look like a fish out of water, gasping for air. Perhaps… Continue reading Gasping for air… exhaling