14.7.24 - Day 8, First Half

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I take so many pictures now that I am having to split them up into two parts of the day... maybe it will be three parts on some days. But here's the first part... just chilling with the homies... Here's Pa waiting for food at the Serangoon Garden's market. I came here with my grandparents all the time. The market was, as all markets were back then, a hot, smelly place with noise and bustle and people... everywhere, all the time. I still remember coming in through the front of the market, which was where the sellers of the produce were. I still see the veg lady and the curry paste woman, with her towers of wet curry paste, and the fish man.,. the stalls are still there, but the atmosphere is not. weirdly the market stalls are as they were...


The hawker centre is a different story. It is as different as Ghin is from Pa... an entirely new generation....sometimes its hard to believe that these boys are a result of my dad... a quarter of him. They have his happy, chatty personality though... the easy going jokeyness...

My dad is a chess master... and he still is. He played with Oisin... well will be playing with Oisin... but yesterday he took on Ghin... and after a hard fight, won! I got to watch the he match from my proud mama/ daughter position. I am so glad that I never sent the boys to a Singaporean school. Now they can reap the benefits of Singapore without having to be traumatised by it.


Why blogger does this, I don't know... but here's where I was sitting when it happened...




Yes, I was actually organising...


The concession...


The moments we create and then... remember


Oh I have a WHOLE PIECE about this... I will write on it later... My main post will be the next one.

What if I never became a Steiner teacher? What if I lost my nerve and ended up doing something which paid better, but had me doing so much less with my life? What if I had said, sod this and put my sons in uniforms and made them jump through those testing hoops? What if I had never met Jonathan and never started elements? Or met Jemma and managed to continue building the practise? Or met Siuban and never started the New Moon group? What if?

What if the universe did not give me angels and opportunities? The opportunities were there - I fucking took them and made them my own... and I stuck to it. With friends like Lianne who stood by me. Faithful and loyal friends. Friends who walked alongside me. Like Prema and Leon and Emma - like in their own way walked and talked and drank and laughed... and now I have arrived at yet another far shore. Sober. Amazingly sober...and happy to be sober as well. I did think about having the shoyu, but then I also remembered what it would feel like and I thought, do I really need to go there?

Nah.

It is not a coincidence that this has happened along with everything I have been acknowledging about life... It really isn't. Well... time for the run. It has been such an incredible week already. I feel very blessed.

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