Relics

Just another afternoon at the Esplanade.

CNY 2018

Ok, very belated. But good memories are worth revisiting!

Silent Day

2nd experience at a silent meditation retreat. Made me realise that doing it indoors and outdoors is really… different.

 

Mahota Commune

Earlier November. When it felt that time would not pass that quickly.

And it did.

 

Muji Love

Flagship store.

Aesthetically satisfied!

 

 

 

 

AMK Ave 10

A lesser travelled part of AMK. For me, at least.

Weekend Walks

Scenes from some weekends in July.

I’m thankful that I can be thankful, that I have things to be thankful for.

Today’s gratitude: Quality, restful weekends. Time to spend with myself, family and friends. Time to do what recharges me. When I look at pictures like these I’m reminded that I am fortunate enough to afford an evening to walk by the River, to be in the mood to enjoy the sunset and clouds and the cooler air, to admire the intricate patterns formed by the branches of trees.

I’m thankful that I am able to be thankful.

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Tenderness

It was not the dazzling show of virtuosity, or the lightning-speed passages which captivated my physically tired self on a Friday evening.

It was the second movement of Mendelssohn’s First Piano Concerto which had me feeling most moved, most emotionally engaged, and most present.

It was when I heard and saw the notes from the piano emerge – featherlight tones, their sound ringing out to reach the deepest recesses of the concert hall. They carried with them emotion, multitudes of subtlety within their frequencies. And I felt my inner world move with them, sighing with them, feeling more anchored with them than with the booming bass and dazzling melodies of the opening movement.

And I found myself thinking about how rare it has become for our world to appreciate and embrace such tenderness. Which is probably why we need music (and art) like that to remind us. To remind us of the beauty and necessity of tenderness.

What can we do to cherish more of such tenderness?

What can we do so that being soft-spoken and non-assertive are not seen as negative, weak traits, but part of a larger, beautiful and accepted self?

Perhaps, as with most changes we want to see, it’d have to begin with ourselves.

 

Mid-Day Views

On a slow Saturday.

Pink Friday