Goodbye Moon:
Well, the mid-Autumn festivities have come and gone. The moon’s shrinking ing again.As it goes away, I’d like to share this lovely poem by Sarah Monagle – a mom, writer, counselor, photographer, traveler and brain tumor survivor – who blogs at http://www.sarahmonagle.wordpress.com. I’ve been inspired by her poetry sharing of her ups and downs. She’s got a great … Continue reading
Awaiting Mid-Autumn: A Singapore politician’s lesson in moon watching
13th day of the 9th moon of the year of the water dragon.It’s raining again. Unless the weather changes, catching sight of the mid-autumn moon this year looks like an “iffy” affair. Of course, whether the moon’s fat or thin, covered in cloud or hidden by rain, still it’s there circling above us. It’s just a question of … Continue reading
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
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
Xinjiang before the guns
We went to Xinjiang because our then eight year old wanted to travel the Silk Road. In the days of Empire, Xinjiang was the first stop outside China for pilgrims and traders. Now, in the era of the People’s Republic, it is the last province before the steppes and republics of Central Asia. In Xinjiang, the water tables … 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
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