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The moon is always full

One of the first things I learnt as a yoga teacher-in-training in 2016 was the meaning of YOGA - to Yoke, to unite. Yoga is the continual practice of returning to the realisation that you are, and have been, whole. Though this idea resonated deeply with me, it seemed both simple and obvious. I thought I internalised it right away. With the passage of time however, I forgot this seemingly obvious idea. I chased one after another milestone; I did what I had been conditioned to becoming so good at: striving. It was when I came across the concept of…

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Where do you feel home?

The story of a droplet on her way home to the ocean There is home, where you were born- the traditions you never questioned, the language you first learnt to speak, and the people with whom you share your blood. I was born in Singapore, a tiny island near the equator in South East Asia, to two teachers. Growing up my mother told me to 'always do your best', while my dad told me to 'take initiative' in all I do. As the second of three daughters in a family of five I slipped easily into the role of balancing…

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Remembering Yin-Yang | 铭记阴阳

In the last days of 2021 as a flurry of new year-related posts start to flood my social media feed, Bernie Clark's gentle yet radical article on adopting a Yin approach to new year resolutions crosses my path. Bernie notes that most resolutions are Yang 阳, about changing or doing- I will lose x kilos, make $x, find a new romantic partner, so on and advocates instead for adopting a Yin 阴 approach, prioritising acceptance, compassion and being- I will love my body as it is, I will feel grateful and abundant with my existing financial and living situation, appreciate…

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THE TURNING POINT FROM DARKNESS

Winter has arrived. The vivid reds, oranges and yellows of autumn have faded into shades of black, brown, grey, and blinding white. I can only reminisce as my gaze lingers on a photo, taken from the last Autumn evenings as I harvested the fallen leaves nature left behind. Last morning as I watched my partner scraping the ice formed overnight on the windows of his car, I was visited, again, by a rising melancholy. As the end of the year and winter approaches she comes to see me often, sometimes staying for days. We sit together quietly, sometimes she watches…

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