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Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Standing At The Gate Of The Year -

B​ack in the mists of my ​childhood years (late 1950's), a pre-teen, I read a poem in my ACS School Annual that deeply moved me and quietly lodged in my now-fading memory throughout the long and winding 50+ years.

I remember cutting it out and sticking the piece of paper on my old bedroom cupboard door with Scotch tape (no blue tack until a few decades later).  As a kid I often used to ponder over the comforting words much like a morning prayer as I got ready for school, or had just a few minutes spare in the middle of my wild childhood days.  Now that my time is starting to draw-in, the fear of the mess I may leave for others to gather up and stick in a rubbish skip when I've gone has got me doing the odd bit of rummaging and chucking-out.  It's currently stuff that my mum and dad brought across the seas when they emigrated from Singapore to the UK that I'm still sifting through for the umpteenth time.

I was going through the contents of their old camphor-wood chest, and got the shock of my life........there was that exact piece of paper, yellowed with the passage of decades, but with words as comforting to me as the day I first read them in my old school annual.  My mum knew I loved these lines and when they uprooted from the old country she'd saved my scrap of paper, carefully removing the sticky tape, and stored it with all her memories and treasures, hoping that one day I would be able to read them again. This action encapsulates the loving 
​support that she and my dad always had for whatever I held close to my heart.

Today was that day, and scanned-in below is that ​old piece of paper that I found after all those hidden years - it brought to me a melancholic nostalgia or 'saudade', not just due to the poem, but also the manner of its passage from my childhood room in our old Singapore house to my current flat in London.  Reading it again from the same source for the first time in fifty odd years brings a rather larger than normal lump to my throat from the realisation that all the intervening years have not even slightly dulled ​it's​ emotional charge.

​I hope you too enjoy the message, and the wonderful serendipity now transformed into an Xmas greeting from us all.  Have a blessed Xmas and may the new year finally bring us the peace and love that all living creatures deserve.


Sunday, March 26, 2017

The Last Tango in Chiang Mai

Don't you find that there's always those quiet times when your attention turns to the creative side and longs for deep meaningful pursuits which will help to connect you with your inner soul.......the pure longing for a deeper truth which you somehow know is far closer to the 'real you'?

here are some handy and interesting suggestions that may awaken your creativity and you may want to explore further, .......especially if you happen to find yourself sitting below a Flame of the Forest tree in Chiang Mai.......

Moustachios are often a sign of creative genius......maybe that's why  Dali, Zorro, Freddie Mercury and  Hitler were all driven forward by that fertility festering on their upper lips.  If YOU can't seem to grow a decent one, never fear - just turn to nature and choose the seed pod that best suits your outfit today!

Even grumpy old twits can look quite distinguished with some simple, natural embellishments

These days, it's often popular to exclude fascsitas - but all creatives regardless of political leanings are welcome here

Dance releases your suppressed anxieties.......always try to include a quick Tango in your creative therapy session and it could improve those good results that you're expecting.

A quick swap of seed pod could make a welcome change, pushing you to new heights of achievement?

Just make sure there's enough of the raw material to go round your creative group

There, that's an hour well spent in anyone's books!!

Coming soon: How to never miss out on a good chance to shut up!