The ocean is a song,
a never-ending show.
Her endless movement quickly teaches us of succession:
one generation of water recedes,
shimmering light dancing off its surface before it heads back to the source,
and the next generation pushes onto the shore,
obliterating the sparkling serendipity of the now-old guard
which visited just seconds ago. … More The Endless March
A getaway from the pressures of life,
a time to take in the splendour
of nature’s ever-lively presents:
the bubbling of frogs in the long grass beneath,
the subtle tweeting of birds,
the psithurism of the trees’ worship –
swaying ever so gently
by the permission of their Lord. … More A winter getaway
I stand on the ridge this eve,
ocean gently roaring below,
Nature’s ever-constant push and pull
bringing life to the night,
as the lighthouse spins with
twirling white hope:
Guidance for those lost at sea.
Comfort in knowing that
salvation is near. … More A midsummer night’s dream
As we approach what promises to be much needed downtime at the end of a long year, let’s remember to feed not only our bodies, but also our souls… … More The Quiet Moments
Rise, Rise.
The dawning of a new day.
Suburbs lay quiet,
resting under the blanket of morning clouds,
only the treetops and buildings remain visible.
Early flights begin slowly:
Birds alone; birds in flocks.
People in flocks,
gathered in the single, man-made vehicle of flight. … More Rise
When I was very young, I was always afraid of the water. At the beach, I’d cling to my father – fearing the waves would wash me away into the endless ocean, never to be found again…even though we’d only stand in shallow waters. Then came my school days, where swimming was a regular activity for our Physical Education (PE) class. I’d be terrified – always getting special concession to hold the side of the pool, using that wall as my crutch to go a little at a time…never confident that I could make it by myself. The safety net was always nearby. … More Try
Everyday getaways… … More Curbside Sanctuary
Brighter days ahead… … More At Day’s End
The heart knows what the mind cannot remember… … More Mysteries of life
Go back to childhood –
when these weapons of mass distraction didn’t exist,
and we played with sticks and stones,
delighted in flights of handmade kites,
made flick-knives out of used ice cream sticks,
burnt leaves with magnifying glasses,
blew bubbles on jungle gyms,
raced each other and did cartwheels…
playing outside for hours on end –
no screen fatigue
nor humped necks from constantly staring down. … More Presents for the Future
slip-sliding away..... 