Home

Space I call Home. I can see why a transient existence is appealing to some. I don’t belong to any space or time or building other than where I choose to inhabit at any particular moment. I can ground myself anywhere I think. Perhaps that comes from the realization that ‘home’ is everything inside me…

Humanity

Sometimes life can take unexpected turns and force you to reassess where you think are in your journey. There was a time in the past where I’d see that kind of interjection in life as a nuisance, a hurdle, an injustice. Something which got in the way of my plans and rendered my vision unbelievable….

Shades of …

This post may offend your sensibilities. But it’s my truth so I will tell it. I am dark-skinned. Significantly so. For an Asian woman who grew up in an Asian community.  And whilst that is completely irrelevant other than say for something trivial like choice of make-up, it is by no means insignificant.  I spent…

Break

The break is seriously undervalued, in my humble opinion. We plod on, sometimes aimlessly and sometimes tirelessly. As though to not stop is magnanimous and brave, admirable and wise.  As though being busy is the new black, to quote a phrase from the fashion world. But where is the value in not allowing space for…

The A-Z of Living Authentically

Accept the constant deaths of old and births of new beginnings. Life is cyclical. Believe in yourself. No-one else will if you don’t. Claim what’s yours without trampling on others. Decide what life YOU want to live.  Despite what others say. Explain your actions only to yourself. Friends who are true are few and far…

I am Woman

I clean. Though I am dirty. For I bleed and I think ‘impure’ thoughts. Shoot me. Wait! But my house is spotless. Don’t pull the trigger. I am woman – all she embodies. Pure in heart, Full in energy, Raw in emotion, Abundant in expression. Wild in spirit. How dare I. Shoot me. Wait! But…

Alchemy

I grew up in a household that believed in destiny being a predetermined thing. I rebelled. I believed in choices, from a very young age. Our understanding of life is predominantly based around our own life experiences and what/how much we choose to learn from those experiences.   A lot of you reading this post have…

Enough

12 years ago I lost my beloved Mum. Her final word to my sister and I was ‘sorry’. As a mother I understand the sentiment now. It’s a questioning about whether you have given enough. Time, love, belongings, attention, care, education, money, family, identity…whatever it is the list is potentially endless. My Mum’s parting shot…

Ease with Dis-ease

In 2004 I was at deaths door. I hadn’t had a bowel movement in weeks and when I did feel the urge I only bled, sometimes pints. 15-20 times a day. My colon was severely ulcerated and initial fears were that it was perforated.   I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t drink. Weight loss, joint pain,…

Soul and the City

The brave steps into unknowns are usually the places where small victories are won. In November 2014 I took a chance.  In a new home and curious about my new environment I went to a meetup group, not really sure of what to expect but eager to meet people. Two and a half years, three pregnancies,…

The Flower Circle

The simplicity of young children playing, when observed, is wonderful. The way they negotiate, influence, discuss, challenge, confront and care – with conviction. The way they play, generate ideas and handle obstacles – with a care-freeness and excitement.   The way they deal with losing, falling over, falling out and not getting a turn –…

Consciously Uncoupled

I spent a lot of last summer (2016) quite angry. My marriage was ending, we’d agreed to stop walking the partnered path.  We lived separate lives under the same roof for some months post-decision. Eventually we barely exchanged words. My happy memories of summer 2016 (there were many) were formed largely with friends, my daughter…