All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.
I am a sucker for flowers on the ground: whether they form a carpet of colour on the pavement or sit smug & all alone, I can’t help smiling, and often, stopping to snap a shot. Continue reading “taking time for little things … and not so little things”
The Singapore Botanic Gardens has given me shelter & reprieve from the haze which has kept us indoors a great deal these last few weeks. Continue reading “The Changing Seasons: September 2019”
August was a month of normalisation: a time to take a breath after an exciting few months of family visits and travel. School begins, routines kick back in, space to gawk at familiar places and wonders. Continue reading “The Changing Seasons: August 2019”
“Darling, when you run tomorrow morning, see if you can find this?” came this request as he pushed his computer in front of my nose. Peering at his photograph of what looked like a sweet bun nestled among leaves, I looked enquiringly at him as Loving Husband explained that he chanced upon this curiosity, stark against the dark of foliage, made even more interesting in the twilight hour of his run in the Singapore Botanic Gardens. “I want to know what it looks like now” he explained. Continue reading “little surprising treasures”
In these dark rooms where I live out empty days,
I wander round and round
trying to find the windows.
It will be a great relief when a window opens.
But the windows aren’t there to be found –
or at least I can’t find them.
Perhaps the light will prove another tyranny.
Who knows what new things it will expose?
“The Windows” by C P Cavafy, 1903
Poem taken from Collected Poems translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard, The Hogarth Press Continue reading “The Windows”
My 21 year old Conscientious Daughter waits at traffic lights and will not cross before the Green Man appears even if there are no cars on the road. I find this very endearing as I will jaywalk in a heartbeat. This behaviour gives her a considerable amount of consternation, especially if I am dragging her along with me. Much like how I feel when my Flamboyant Father pulls me across a traffic-laden Hanoi road because (he assures me) “the cars and bikes will avoid us”. Continue reading “cross at the light”
A nostalgic visit with one of my favourite bridges & art pieces which has since been refreshed. I haven’t run this way in a long while and it was a delightful way to spend 5 minutes (okay, maybe more like 15 minutes) reacquainting myself with this landmark. Continue reading “Five Minutes with an Art Bridge”
Thinking a lot about health: too many Friends & Family seems to be struck with ailments and illnesses. To be in the pink of health is not taken lightly or for granted. I am grateful for each day I wake up well. And for the time I get to spend with those close to me. Continue reading “Relishing the Pink”
Reflecting on the One Word Sunday: Size challenge hosted by Debbie at TravelWithIntent, this song came to mind from my Sesame Street watching childhood.
That’s about the size, where you put your eyes, that’s about the size of it. Continue reading “that’s about the size”