Searching our Archives #2: the Beauty of Music

I have enjoyed visiting & revisiting re-posted posts on Blogs I follow.  They are reposted typically because they have a significance to the Writer, and having the opportunity to read it (again) is a privilege.

I am inspired to do the same; repost something from my archives, once each month this year. Care to join me and celebrate our Pasts together?  If you decide to join in, ping back to this post so I can find you.

Last month, I revisited the idea of Seasons in our lives.  This month, in line with my conversations about Beauty, I relook the role of music in my Life.

After the brush with pneumonia & the long ICU stay in May last year, it took a while to recover the ability to talk.  And sing.  As I struggled to regain control over my vocal chords, I promised myself that once I was better, I would do something more with my voice.  I have since begun singing lessons (with Mom & Dad).  Funnily & happily, the singing exercises have helped my running; using the breathing techniques I learn in our singing sessions, I can control my breathing better which translates into running faster & longer.  Once again, I am reminded of how precious music is.

Sunrise, Sunset

This is written in response to Daily Post’s Daily Prompt, Longing

There are times in my life when I feel an inexplicable sense that something isn’t quite right in the universe, a longing for something that I can’t articulate; this is a feeling that Loving Husband has termed my “existential loneliness”.  In these instances, the one thing that I turn to which helps soothe the persistent ache is music.

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Searching our Archives #1: Celebrating What We Have Done

One of my favourite blogs, Miss Gentileschi at Art Expedition, reposted some posts from her archives.  I thought it was such a fabulous idea, that those of us who have not had a chance to see them would get to do so.

I am inspired to do the same; repost something from my archives, perhaps once each month this year.  To my delight, I discovered that my 1st WP posts were made in February 2016, so this is just about my 2nd Year Anniversary Month!  What fun!

Care to join me and share something with from your Archives to celebrate our Pasts together?  Once a month, for the year of 2018.

I picked this post Seasons Come, Seasons Go, as we enjoyed an extremely cool breezy few weeks – extremely unusual for Singapore.  It almost felt like we had a Winter!  I am reminded that as we go through different seasons in our lives, each one good or bad will eventually pass.  My challenge is to live in the moment, whether good and ill, embracing the seasons’ joys and challenges.

Sunrise, Sunset

Contrary to popular belief, Singapore does have seasons.  Perhaps not the traditional Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, but we certainly have Hot & Humid, Very Hot & Humid, Rainy, Hazy.

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Weathered, not Worn

Outdoor Chair

The effects of the weather and time can be harsh and unkind, very often resulting in wear & tear damage.  Teak outdoor furniture is one of those exceptions, where exposure to the elements lovingly renders each piece majestically beautiful.  Teak naturally contains silica, which makes it resistant to fungal infestations and the effects of water; hence, they can be appreciated with minimal upkeep.

They are an analogy for how I want to live on this other side of 50: I may be weathered, but I certainly am not worn.

Feature Photo: A much loved Teak Lounging Chair in our Balcony Garden.

 

No Time for Fear

I try not to be a worrier.  I work hard not to be plagued by fear or anxiety.  At an early age, I learned to rationalise, compartmentalise and let my neurotic thoughts go as quickly as possible.

After my brush with mortality, I attacked my rehabilitation with determination and vigour, giving very little space for negativity to creep in; why waste energy on what I could not do, when I needed every little bit of it to work on what I wanted to do. Continue reading “No Time for Fear”

Blessed Beginning to 2018

This past weekend, we celebrated the Feast of the Holy Family.  As I am reminded of the gift of the Family, and in particular, my Family, both near and far, some related by blood, others in spirit, I pause to give thanks for those who are on my mind today.

May you have a reflective start to a year which holds much discovery for you!  Hugs and much love from my little corner of the world!

Feature Photo taken at sunrise around the Bandstand, Singapore Botanic Gardens.

Bliss: Lesson 4 Add Captions

I grew up in a Foodie Home.

Epicurious Father ate anything that moved, and then some.  He gleefully regaled us with tales of the weird things he’d eaten: creepy scorpions, flying foxes, still wriggling fish; in part to gross us out, but I think also to inspire us to be adventurous towards food.

Nurturing Mother was a published Food Critic as well as homechef extraordinaire.  I remember watching Sesame Street as a young child, and in particular, the episode where Ernie and Cookie Monster were counting (and slyly snarfing) cupcakes.  I asked Nurturing Mother what cupcakes were.  By the end of the programme, I had a plate of piping hot cupcakes, just out of the oven, waiting for me. Continue reading “Bliss: Lesson 4 Add Captions”

Run in the mud: Nanowrimo Update Day 20

I haven’t had a good mud run in a long long time.  So much so that I actually considered putting my shoes through the washing machine, to my Loving Husband’s chagrin.

Breaking patterns and doing something quite different is good for one’s soul, if not for keeping shoes clean.   When the road seems never-ending and fatigue starts to set in, it is time to do something completely different. The anxiety over breaking routine, followed by the exhilaration of the novelty; result:  invigoration! Continue reading “Run in the mud: Nanowrimo Update Day 20”