Tuesday, 27 September 2016

Saturday, 27 August 2016



The idea is that the world is not a safe place and you should do your best to protect yourself. But there's very little emphasis given to making the world a safer place. I believe we should try to make it a place where we can live without fear. 

Sunday, 31 January 2016



Saturday, 19 December 2015

For My Daughter

By Sarah McMane

Never wear only pink when you can strut in crimson red, sweat in heather grey, and shimmer in sky blue, claim the golden sun upon your hair. Colors are for everyone, boys and girls, men and women -- be a verdant garden, the landscape of Versailles, not a pale primrose blindly pushed aside.Never play the princess when you can be the queen: rule the kingdom, swing a scepter, wear a crown of gold. Don’t dance in glass slippers, crystal carving up your toes -- be a barefoot Amazon instead, for those shoes will surely shatter on your feet.

Tramp muddy through the house in a purple tutu and cowboy boots. Have a tea party in your overalls. Build a fort of birch branches, a zoo of Legos, a rocketship of Queen Anne chairs and coverlets, first stop on the moon.Chase green dragons and one-eyed zombies, fierce and fiery toothy monsters, not merely lazy butterflies, sweet and slow on summer days. For you can tame the most brutish beasts with your wily wits and charm, and lizard scales feel just as smooth as gossamer insect wings.

Don a baseball cap, dance with Daddy, paint your toenails, climb a cottonwood. Learn to speak with both your mind and heart. For the ground beneath will hold you, dear -- know that you are free. And never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.Dream of dinosaurs and baby dolls, bold brontosaurus and bookish Belle, not Barbie on the runway or Disney damsels in distress -- you are much too strong to play the simpering waif.

Tuesday, 17 November 2015

turn the tide

冤冤相報何時了?At some point someone has to start forgiving and turn the tide. As ever the challenge is how to love the sinner whilst hating the sin. 

Monday, 28 September 2015

And then

... I stuffed the leftover crevices in my boxes with newspaper, and sealed them up with tape. I put one UPS label onto each box in preparation for the pickup tomorrow. Now they are all sitting in a row (all 11 of them), and I pray that none of them are over-weight (30 kg). 

Feels like another phase of my life is wrapping up. I've moved from one continent to the next more times than I care to recall. The first time, I was 9 years old and had a aqua-marine striped canvas tote bag (carry-on) and that was all my luggage (my parents packed other things, but that was outside my jurisdiction). When I was 19 I moved to the UK with one suitcase and one sleeping bag. After I laid out the sleeping bag and put my clothes away in the wardrobe, my toothbrush sat on the windowsill and my dorm looked very cold and empty (soon I furnished it with charity shop finds). 

Ever since my moves have been increasing in frequency. I don't really want to think of them now.

As ever, the only way is forward. 

Monday, 14 September 2015

Since when did I become...

an advocate of kindness?

Friday, 11 September 2015

what it's like to live in survivor mode

... to learn to live without the things that are so necessary, to the point of distrusting the existence or the proffered offerings of friendship, understanding, appreciation.  

Wednesday, 2 September 2015

Friday, 21 August 2015

If you wanted to torment yourself about it...

nobody could stop you.

So think about the way you were taught to fall back into the waves and trust that the water will buoy you up, and know that those times when you were pulled down were not the norm, nor your destiny.

It's just hard when I feel like I have so much to lose. 

Thursday, 20 August 2015

But the kids are alright

WireTap: How to Age GracefullyCBC Radio's WireTap is saying farewell. In this special video message, people of all ages offer words of wisdom to their younger counterparts.
Posted by CBC Radio on Wednesday, 19 August 2015

Wednesday, 12 August 2015

On bird-like things

“I love Love—though he has wings,
         And like light can flee,”

(Shelley, "Rarely, rarely, comest thou")