of life in its many forms.
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
Is it possible to be an intelligent thinker who delights in the mysteries and beauty of everyday life, and revel in innocent childlike nature? Or are we so filled with knowledge and thoughts of correlations, possibilities, options and consequences such that the wisdom of simplicity is lost? Dictionaries define a thinker as one who thinks… Continue reading (Over) thinking?
What are you inviting?
I had returned to singing after a very very long break. The last time I took singing seriously was in my late teens. The voice lessons were prompted by interest and a desire to see if I still had "it". I found out pretty quick that my "it" was lacklustre, and this was unsurprising. What… Continue reading It takes the time that it takes
Many many years ago, I came upon a book which spoke of surrendering. This piqued my interest because it was not the ethos of my life. One confronts and overcomes. One takes charge and directs. One chooses to persevere and wins. One does not surrender nor allow oneself to be overpowered. This remains the way… Continue reading Open palms up
I take delight in colouring my hair. This may be routine for some, nothing note-worthy for others. But I am wondering why it is delightful for me and the deeper meaning it holds. In my mindful moments, such as the three or more hours I sat at the hair salon while the hair-colourist and stylist… Continue reading Defying age or custom?
A new year, a new perspective, an appreciation for the present. The past in done, the future is what you construct in the present. This poem/story by Emily Perl Kingsley comes from her expectations which were vastly different than the reality which she found herself - parenting a child with a disability. It speaks of… Continue reading Taking delight in Holland
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
A few good friends, occasional entertainment, some good books for company... What do you actually want (other than basic food, shelter and safety)? NSW emerges from pandemic lockdown. The sighs of relief can be 'heard' and most certainly felt, and hope for return to a seemingly unfettered life, or at least a life of our… Continue reading Life of your choosing
And so I find myself a little slow these days. Slow in my movements, slow to transition from one thing to another, slow to start or resume. For one who usually moves briskly, eager to tackle tasks immediately and meeting things head on with vigour, this is potentially a cause for concern. Is it age,… Continue reading A little slow
She was being served at the checkout by a young woman in her early 20s. Her greasy hair matted to her head, her clothes had seen better days. Her child-like voice did not match her middle-aged appearance, and could be heard in the quiet store despite her obvious attempt to whisper. Three people stood in… Continue reading Spark of gladness
Feeling unsettled as I went into a meditation practice, this came to me so I am sharing. Take a deep breath. Close your eyes. Now imagine a place where you feel relaxed... A warm cocoon where you go to get away from the demands of daily life. A place of respite, a place where you… Continue reading A sacred place
A young person reminded me that we can always do things differently no matter the stage of life we are in. "Stage of life" - this phrase alone has bound or constrained many. How often have we been told, how often have we heard the narratives of "you should be doing this at this stage… Continue reading Stages of life
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
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
Away from the noise of society, to feel free and unburdened... at different points in our life, this is a welcoming notion. The longing to hear our own voice loud and clear, to do our own thing unbounded; ultimately to be our own self without the expectations from others and the obligations to be this… Continue reading Being elsewhere
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
MEANINGS AND MUSINGS 