Calling me

Remember the games in commmunication, being called where a sea of distracting other voices calling out to their own other half, while you scringe and try to listen out to yours,getting carried away saying,"where? where?" which adds to the whole commotion.

Just have to stop, listen carefully again after the initial orientation of hearing your partner's voice.
In my life now, stop, listen, an added Look around,
"What do you see?
What is called for you to do?
Who is in need?
What is in need?
So how?"

For myself, I have to ask, "start from where?"
or else i'll go from all areas and never ever complete my tasks efficiently similarly in my daily work.
In the sea of 'calls'/expectations from others and self, which expands exponentially.

Ok in a sea of self confusing words, I need quietness and listen

Open my ears(:

Sabbath

Its a day before the 'Sabbath' which most Christians hold pride in being at church mornings ,sometimes to even catch on work from the weekdays.

After repeated warnings of to rest, finally the physical body could not bear the brunt of me abusing it with late nights, long hours in the childcare, where the ocassional sneeze from a child without covering his/her mouth eventually got to me.
Or simply, your body said, "cannot tahan la!I'm only mere flesh"
More importantly, I was asking myself, where is my Sabbath each day to spend with my Creator?

Do I actually have so much things to do (even blogging) to not even spend quality time with my Father? I'm not looking at the pious Christians looking at me shaking my head, "no, no, no." but I'm looking over faithful Christians, who dedicate their lives to praising God each day 1st, in stillness, Quiet Time to just listen.
Serving in the kingdom, holding full-time jobs, juggling a family& that just forms the basic level of a Christian person.

Doesn't get mastered overnight, practise makes better(:

So he says....

The Bard tells us:

"Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! Its is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never
shaken;
It is the star to very wandering bark,
Whose Worth's unknown, although his
height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips
and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass
come:
love alters not with his brief hours and
weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of
doom."

What says you?(:

Saying goodbye through people

Reading the Eulogies for Mrs Lee from the papers today,
just beautiful descriptions of how a woman held a family so knitted together.
& that will be once in many whiles that such emotions could emerge from a newspaper for me.
To the man whom she stood by, the mother to the her children & 'Nai Nai' for her grandchildren.

as quoted from Samuel Butler through her grandson,
"I fall asleep in the full and certain hope. That my slumber shall not be broken;
And that though I be all-forgetting,
Yet shall I not be forgotten,
But continues that life in te thoughts
and deeds
Of those I loved."

decluttering

was just a thought to genuinely declare that my room can be 'ORGANISED'!

was just reading through certain links briefly, this one especially at the all too familiar "I might need it someday" really made me laugh.

The One-Year Box.
"Take all your items that you unsure about getting rid of (e.g. “I might need this someday…”), put them in a box, seal it and date it for 1 year in the future. When the date comes, and you still didn’t need to open it to get anything, donate the box WITHOUT OPENING IT. You probably won’t even remember what there was in the box."

Have a lovely week my friends(:

called to action

1 of those quotes found in a poster in the room of HR session yesterday..

speaking to me, speaking to me....

I think one's feelings waste themselves in words; they ought all to be distilled into actions which bring results.

Florence Nightingale

Mothers. Mother-in-laws

Watching an excerpt of Mrs Lee Kuan Yew's life was like I knew her yet I didn't sort of feeling.
And watching her silently at public appearances & the bond they shared was just 'awww', hilarious how they care&joke with each other..touching(:
63 years of lives spent together.

A short conversation about what dos and dont's for woman during confinement with my mother spanned a long list of tips to ensure 'wind' don't enter the woman's body after giving birth.
The trusty ginger,dried pomelo skin +ginger+lemon grass for bathing, black chicken soup, water boiled with logan as her main fluids, some brandy thingy she drank.

The tedious duty my ah ma had to undertake caring for 3 of us living a floor below last time.
& all the nonsense i can remember she put up with me as a michievous child.

Thankful for these 2 women in my life(:

A quote from MM Lee,
"in western culture, you marry the woman you love, in eastern culture, you love the woman you marry..." followed by laughter from the crowd:)

The Hundred Languages of Children

Looking at a messy book shelf, one the 'loose' pieces of gifts that you tucked at various ridges of your shelf or placed on top of books was narrowed in.
A bookmark with the poem of 'The Hundred Languages of Children' from this pioneer of the Early Childhood field in Italy.
This is one of sharings & gifts I received over these few years learning in the Early Childhood Education field.
Reggio Emilia,Italy would be a previlage to be at for an opporunity to learn even more how are we able to have an extended approach on how we can nurture our children.

My stint at the childcare centre will begin officially next monday, filled with so much things to do for our children, for administrative, for preparations,
I want my inner bridge to still stand strong&strengthen even under pressure
as these I build relationships with our children & teachers(:


The child
is made of one hundred.
The children has
a hundred languages
a hundred hands
a hundred thoughts
a hundred ways of thinking
of playing, of speaking.
A hundred always a hundred
ways of listening
of marveling of loving
a hundred joys
for singing and understanding
a hundred worlds
to discover
a hundred worlds
to invent
a hundred worlds
to dream.
The child
has a hundred languages
(and a hundred hundred hundred more)
but they steal ninety-nine.
The school and the culture
separate the head from the body.
They tell the child:
to think without hands
to do without head
to listen and not to speak
to understand without joy
to love and to marvel
only at Easter and Christmas.
They tell the child:
to discover the world already there
and of the hundred
they steal ninety-nine.
They tell the child:
that work and play
reality and fantasy
science and imagination
sky and earth
reason and dream
are things
that do not belong together.
And thus they tell te child
that the hundred is not there.
The child says:
No way. The hundred is there.

Loris Malaguzzi