As memories of an unforgettable winter trip through the sub-temperate island of Kyushu in December 2019 fade into this equally unforgettable time of isolation during COVID in 2020, we are given to ponder over the many blessings, both big and small, that has marked this awakening; an awareness of the bigger world we have lived…
In the end, I had to admit that nature will reveal its beauty as it dictates. Man can only do so much to try to unveil its inner beauty, and the use of glass and sensors, however polished or pixelated, can only convey a sense of its splendour but not replicate it. I had spent…
As dusk beckons, the macroscopic view of life in the garden reveals not just the beauty but the beasts; the fragile and the stoic, delicate shards of the spider lily petals, pubescent bauhinia leaflets, and roses like soldiers at the end of their mission, must surely shed their armour, and reveal their inner hearts, for…
The Ants came and we strived to annihilate them – they were in the way of everything, and once they came, they were relentless. Getting rid of ants takes more science than guile. Amidst the quiet lives of humans, the ants come and go, their highway is filled with the traffic of busy workers doing…
I wonder what it’s like to live your life in a family that had suddenly chosen to stay mostly at home now (in the time of Covid), when they had scarcely been home for ages. And how that would improve your quality of life and engender more opportunities for sweet-bits and savoury morsels. And to…
Have you not experienced a quiet placid afternoon when you wish that it would not end?
This is another Sunbird, a luscious colourful, almost shimmering male, unhurried between nectar-hunting, in regal serenity as it pauses……. “EMILY: “Does anyone ever realize life while they live it…every, every minute?” STAGE MANAGER: “No. Saints and poets maybe…they do some.” Thornton Wilder, Our Town (Lumix GX85 M.Zuiko 40-150 mm) Jan 2018
So we finally visited our friends-in-need or FINs these two days to distribute some long-delayed hygiene packs. There were cookies that were added and croissants that were freshly packed and added to the soaps and masks. These items were donated two months ago, at the start of the Covid circuit-breaker or Singapore style ‘lock-down’, and…
On Pentecost Sunday, the delicate petals of the heliconia psittacorum peep through its languorous leaves, accompanied by the slender strands of a spider’s web nestled against the morning light. The earth has a natural ebb and flow which we can rhyme with to find peace and solace from the pedantic frenzy that would otherwise consume…
St Pope John Paul II, who passed away on Divine Mercy Sunday on 2 April 2005, wrote his last book, Memory and Identity: Personal Reflections, (Weidenfeld & Nicholson, published 2005), in the style of a series of interviews and questions, expanding on the themes that were much earlier examined in 1993 with two Polish philosophers,…