Shiva's and Metta's Mother's Sutra

My class 3 nature table Endau Rompin RK Prata Greyabbey Same Robin My Class Three Classroom

The elder son The younger son One year later The morning after... something... possibly Christmas with all the baking in the washing rack Extreme close up Gardening Smarmy Sunny Trying to make washing look cool Hair v long here Two years ago Blue steel Hair going white - preparing to go bllue Easter, it would seem Attempting to look serious Lots of white hair underneath It always looks better in a bun, said Ma Really? The headphones my sons sat on Here you go, blue Not so blue Blue again Yaaaargh!!!! This year Before I went brown, post wash - one month ago Brown - one month ago Three days ago the more eagle eyed amongst you may have spotted I do not wear any make up - this is mostly because 1) I look like I am in drag when I wear any and 2) I don't really know how to put on make up and 3) I am now too old to learn how to do this.

It has been a very long day. I have been writing reports and it has been tiring. I have fallen asleep twice because I am also not feeling great, but well, it has to be done. I have also been diagnosed with prediabetes. A little bit of it. The level they want to see you at is 42 and I am at 43. This mean no more sugar in anything and the serious cutting of carbs. That's not a bad thing really. In fact it is a relief. Although it is quite annoying I won't be able to have teh peng. No, it is not a bad thing. It is kinda hard to believe I will be 49 at the end of this year. It is so weird. So I have been thinking about the future... and I have been thinking about if I could what I'd like to do in the future. I have thought about this for a while as you know. And the card on the table have always said this: Writing, without question. So that continues, regardless. But then also, my front facing side, my engagement with the world Social entrepreneurship/enterprise ...

Seeing Janet Nendrum It is hard to know where one thin begins and the other ends. I woke at 3 am and then tried to go back to sleep. Then got up at 5.30... and tried to drag myself out of bed. It is my favourite time of year. This May - June window. Where everything comes back to life. Where everything reflowers and possibilities overtake each other, racing like horses on the tops of waves. I love the Summer. It is the summer to me. As I lay in the grass of Nendrum, I could feel... feel... I think this is where I want my ashed to be scattered. Nendrum. Nendrum and Kinnegoe Bay. My mom asked me, where do you want your ashes scattered from now on? Uluwatu is gone... I said, I know. I don't think of myself as Asian anymore. It seems so sad though. I love Asia, I love Singapore when I return to it, but it isn't the Singapore I remember anymore, right? It is a Singapore which has changed so much - which has become so crowded that it is unrecognisable. It is no longer a countr...

It is impossible to argue with beauty Cow parsley and fields of wheat And that sky.... There is no more beautiful place  Early barley That green and that blue The Drumlins in the distance There is not a more beautiful nor perfect time of the year Changing every moment That road That light The silence of birds and breezes Low tide in Nendrum Across the waters Thousand year histories Just everything Be everything all the time What will be left of us is love As it was and ever shall be... World without end... Amen There is magic everywhere On a day like this... ... you can see it... Today I went driving in the early afternoon. I was very sad because I had discovered that the Harapan project no longer had funding from the Danish government and in all probability now, it was going to fold. It had never managed to beat the illegal loggers and oil palm settlers. How could it? And now... a roa...