Living life, Nostalgia, Reflection, The Self

Meaning in hindsight?

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?

In relationship, Living life, Reflection, The Self

When did you…?

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…?

Living life, Reflection, The Self

How do you carry your life?

What do you focus on? What do I focus on? We often hear “pay attention and you will see”. Or the common refrains - “be conscious” and “be mindful”. Yet sometimes, not paying attention isn’t such a bad thing. “Let it be” and “ignorance is bliss” as the sayings go. Exhortations, sayings, contradictions…which is true?… Continue reading How do you carry your life?

Living life, Reflection

Vessels of life

Tea cups. Coffee cups. Vessels. And yet I hesitate to drink coffee from a tea cup. And tea from a coffee cup is not without its resistance 🙂 A first world problem indeed but that's not what perplexes me. When intellectually I know both to be vessels capable of holding liquid and from which I… Continue reading Vessels of life

Being alive, Living life, Poetry, Reflection, Spirit & Soul, The Self

A meditation

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

Living life, Reflection, The Self

What does your travel mean?

What does your travel mean? Not the meaning of travel, in general rather what each travel, each trip you take by yourself, or with your friends or family… what did each mean for you? I was reading a John Donohue poem and it occurred to me, that the trips I’ve taken, particularly in later years,… Continue reading What does your travel mean?

Living life, Reflection, The Self

Hiding away

I hide. When I want to. When I need to. For different reasons. And I believe everyone does, to varying degrees, duration and frequency. In those moments when we just need to get away, to get some "peace and quiet", to stop listening to the woes of the world, when compassion-fatigue hits, in order to… Continue reading Hiding away

Living life, Reflection, The Self

A “nothing” massage?

It hit me laying there still thinking (as the idea for this post popped into my head 🙂 ) about whether I should tell her to go hard. This session was meant to help and serve a purpose. And therefore she should ‘dig in’ to get rid of the knots that have formed. Odd, but… Continue reading A “nothing” massage?

In relationship, Spirit & Soul

A true conversation

Conversation… what's it about? I have encountered ‘conversations’ a lot these past few days, and in many different contexts. The conversation I promised another, when time permits for the both of us. The conversation I had with another which distilled much and created space for more imaginings. The conversations which signaled change and endings and… Continue reading A true conversation

Living life, Spirit & Soul

Who you truly are…

“How will you serve the world? What do they need that your talent can provide? That’s all you have to figure out... The effect you have on others is the most valuable currency there is... Ultimately, we're not the avatars we create. We're not the pictures or the film stars. We are the light that… Continue reading Who you truly are…

Living life, The Self

Making meaning of our life stories

"Making meaning of our life stories" - that's my tag line, and it occurred to me that I've not spoken to it. Our lives are made up of memories, which are in effect stories, narratives which were told and remembered. These narratives, created by us and others, in turn have created our life, in how… Continue reading Making meaning of our life stories