Awaiting Mid-Autumn: When words fail, open the windows and breathe…

                12th day of the 8th moon in the year of the water dragon … and what a watery day it’s been. I woke up to a drizzle. By mid-morning, we had a windy hard plopping equatorial deluge.  The storm tantrummed itself out by tea-time, but now it’s hazy. … Continue reading

Awaiting Mid-Autumn: Moon in Clouds

11th day of the 8th moon in the year of the water dragon. Tonight it was cloudy. When I first went out to the park for my after dinner walk, I couldn’t see the moon at all. But by the time I was done, an hour later, there it was. A slightly bigger than half … Continue reading

Awaiting Mid-Autumn: The Best Season of Your Life

10th day of the 8th month of the dragon year – a busy buzzy sort of day running around delivering Mid-Autumn gifts to friends and associates.  Something new this year, we’re distributing fresh fruits and flower teas, not the usual fatty cakes! Finally sitting down to my own cup of tea now and a quiet stare … Continue reading

Awaiting Mid-Autumn – New Moon

After that rant about mooncakes, I’ve decided to leave them be in the refrigerator and feast on the moon instead, with a cup of tea, a piece of poetry and all of you… 8th day of the 8th moon of the year of the Dragon. We start with the verses of the most unaccomplished – mine. Photo Credit: http://www.roschdeshnewmoon.com … Continue reading

Anyone Can Be a Poet…

Including me! One of my readers, Joe Bunting asked me to do a guest post on writing poetry. I could only respond in the same way my Peranakan auntie did when I asked her how she concocted her heavenly sambal udang belimbing –  she made me watch while she cooked; I watched myself as I began to string … Continue reading

Flash of Lightning

Like any other big city, you can’t ever find a taxi at rush-hour in my city. And of course the buses don’t move when there’s gridlock. That leaves the trains. I don’t take the trains much. I don’t like the feeling of being stuffed into a metal container like a sardine. But I had to the other … Continue reading

Hunger

We do this and we do that. We go here and we go there. But we’re never full, we always want the next experience. We can’t seem to set down our bones and rest. Not until… What do you hunger for? What will give you rest? ___________________ I have … Walked the Long Wall Viewed the Heavenly … Continue reading

The Curious Arts of Animals

When things get confusing, when everything threatens to fall in on itself, I’ll find a place to sit and close my eyes. And, between a hundred in-breaths, twenty hundred out-breaths, I find myself again. It’s taken me almost a lifetime to learn to sit and be with myself, to be aware of my now and … Continue reading

Looking Death in the Face

It will be Singapore’s 46th National Day in two days. Forty six is a good ripe age. As Arundhati Roy says in her book The God of Small Things, a viable die-able age. It’s how I’ve been feeling late, die-able. Hence, this post. Are your worried about aging? Fearful of death? Have you come to … Continue reading