Category Archives: Spiritual

The Power of Bouncing Back!

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Resilience! One of the character traits I most admire in my real life heroes… and often, I don’t have to look far for reminders that when life throws us an occasional “No!”, it’s really alright. A comforting perspective I hold is that perhaps, that was not meant for me anyway or something else better is around the corner!

Life’s not meant to be a struggle… it’s can be rather effortless, really, if we understand that rejections and obstacles are part of the journey. Accepting and allowing are powerful verbs to soothe the mind and ditch unnecessary stress.

Namaste.

Resilience

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Let this New Year mean something…

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It’s now mid-February (and no, I can’t believe it either) and truth be told, I am already a bit exhausted from the festivities which started pre-Christmas (yes, these are happy events but they can be exhausting and you know it), and the attempts at cranking the engines on the work front now that I have clearer goals to shoot for.

However, in this moment of reflection, I realise much of the fatigue I am feeling is largely sadness… and about wishing the people I care about were not suffering. It’s uncanny and not funny at all, that in the recent weeks, four people I know well had been diagnosed with, or died because of, major and chronic illnesses. Sadly, this is four more on top of the others who are already ill from months past…

A relative has full blown Stage 4 cancer, my oldest friend from childhood has just been told she is in the early stages of breast cancer, another relative overseas was diagnosed with Bell’s Palsy two days ago, and I found out an ex-colleague is grieving from her husband’s sudden passing from a massive heart attack. No goodbyes were said of course, in this case, so you can well imagine the shock to the family.

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I apologise if this post is a bit of a downer. For me, confronting realities and taking action while we can, making preventive decisions – and most certainly while we are ‘well’ is what it’s all about!

The reality is that today’s lifestyle of the ‘Wired and Tired’, ‘Overfed and Undernourished’ and ‘Stressed and Scared’ have wreaked havoc with our health and have distracted us from what’s important.

Most people take good health for granted, and actually think that if I am not ‘sick’, I am OK. The absence of disease doesn’t mean that you are healthy and living at your best. Adam Levine sang it best in his song Nothing Lasts Forever. There’s this line that has stuck in my head since I first heard it which applies to many things in life, and is certainly relevant when we think about our wellness: “… just because we haven’t hit the ground, doesn’t mean we’re still falling”.

Remember, great health is not something you wish for, it’s something you work for.

May this new year give you fresh impetus to work on your most Luxuriously Healthy Life. Your best health cannot wait.

Do reach out if you need help to get you going.

Sally
Wellness Whisperer

 

Awesomeness!

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I am really liking the freshly-minted ME in this milestone year of mine…what a ride! Not sure what shifted and how but having entered a new decade made me truly appreciate how rich my life has been, and how everything…everything up to this point has led me so nicely to where I am now.

And how fortunate am I?

The way I am feeling right now…anything’s possible! Have learnt so much from other like-minded souls recently at a festival filled with people who want to change the world by living true to their calling. Awesome? Yes, and so empowering.

I am reminded that the life that I am envisioning and can feel, touch and see is now right on the other side of my fears and the limits I had set for myself. So, the fears and limits have to go! Right now, this is my decision…A year from now, I will be living a wonderful, barely unrecognisable life and you are gonna say, “Is that really you?”.

Can’t wait!

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Stranger in my Own Land

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It was just a simple decision … a personal ‘C’mon, don’t be a wuz!’ moment. You see, I own a car and drive everywhere while in Singapore and have been since I got my driver’s licence all those years ago. The exceptions being if I am enjoying the odd big night-out – then I’d hop in cab like a smart person.

I happen to have a rare not-so-packed Saturday afternoon yesterday so instead of driving to where I needed to be in Orchard Road (which is Singapore’s busiest shopping street – think Oxford Street in London, Harajuku in Tokyo or Central in Hongkong), which will be jam-packed and a B**** to park, I thought I’d do the smart thing and park on the outskirts of the city and take the MRT (local underground) instead.

Boy, I did not expect it to be such an emotional experience for me.

The last time I took the MRT in my hometown was…let’s see…I can’t remember really. So let’s call it ten years ago. At first, it felt kinda nice when I walked into the City Hall station (one of the busiest)…like I am a tourist on holiday :)) It brought a sense of deja vu – like I am in London again (miss it big time!). In fact I know the London underground system better than this one in Singapore! Strange, right?  I do not own one of those stored value cards and so had to buy a ticket. I had to consult the train map and a real human being standing next to that big map to make sure I did not hop onto the wrong train. What a story I would be able to tell then, huh? Can’t even get onto the correct train in my own country!

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Anyway, I got onto the right train going my way but along the way…a new wave swept in as my senses took in everything. The lights, noises, sights, stares, odours and fragrances. Familiar yet very strange at the same time.

Once on the train (I did remember to hold onto a handle, thank you!), I was able to engage in my usual pastime of making a mental count of how many people at a glance are glued to their digital devices. I have said on several occasions to whoever was listening that if aliens landed on earth today and observed human behaviours, they would certainly want to know why most are staring at screens instead of looking up, around or talking to one another BUT I digress! While doing that in my head (about 80% were digitally-glued, in case u wanna know),  I also noticed several young female fashionistas (accent on hair and eye lashings!), male urbanistas (headphones appear to be an important male fashion accessory) and the conservatives (“Don’t see me, I wanna be invisible”), the half-asleeps and the I’m-too-cool-to-be-here types. Hmm…which type am I?  In my casuals, flats, sunglasses on head, carrying a big bag (which I used as a weight for resistance training, btw, why waste the journey, right?)…

Look, it’s not like I have not observed people before this but somehow, being in the same carriage on the train yawing back and forth and screeching, makes it feel like a cinematic experience, only very very real and makes me feel very very weird and out of place.

Then off I hopped when I arrived at Orchard where the real bustling and jostling began. Boy, was it hot too (Singapore’s experiencing our longest drought since 1869, but again, I digress!). In front of me was a portly older uncle walking pretty briskly and I noticed his white T-shirt had more than a few holes at the back…an Indian gentleman next to him had slippers on that looked like they were three sizes too small. Hmm.

I swung around the corner to meander into the direction I was supposed to go and what I saw hit me in a most visceral way. There, sitting in her wheelchair was a frail old lady (about 80+?) with a bag on her lap and her hands outstretched with tissue paper packets…hoping for someone to buy them. The crowd ahead and behind me was moving fast and not wanting to slow everyone down, I feverishly reached into my bag for some dollar notes so I could buy some from her. As I reached her, my heart felt very heavy and all it took was to look her in the eyes to see her loneliness and fragility. All I could say was “Thank you, auntie” and as I walked away, my tears started rolling. That could be MY mother if her children didn’t look after her…I am sure no one in their 80’s expect to be selling tissue packs in Orchard Road to eke out a living. Someone like that tissue auntie needed to be looked after, cared for and loved as I am sure she had worked her whole life before yesterday.

I was pretty perturbed by the feelings and tears that welled up … but more so by my desire to suppress my emotions immediately then so they wouldn’t hurt me so much as I rushed to get to my destination, just like everyone else around me yesterday.

Who would have thought a simple decision to ‘park and ride’ turned out to be one of ‘see and feel’. I am still feeling… having seen a part of Singapore I had somehow been blind to, all because I am always behind the wheels in the comfort of my car.

Hope you had a good weekend where your soul was touched in some way too.

S

A Manifestation Manifesto

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I admit I had been pretty reflective over the last few days… more so this year than in recent past. Perhaps it’s because of 2013 being the year of my personal reinvention (going really well, thanks!), after many years of being a cog in someone else’s wheels. I practiced and strengthened a few new muscles last year (letting go, letting be, less judgement, more listening, restraint on spending on the nice-to-haves, better creative expression – this blog is one avenue, networking…) so a little pat on the back is well-deserved 🙂

What do I wish for myself in this new milestone year? Mostly to remain fearless and push ahead in spite of the doubts, have loads more fun while doing so…and not to mistake activity for achievement! Continue to believe. And yes, the biggie – to trust and love again.

Here’s to a rewarding year for you too in whatever phase of life you are in right now, and do share your hopes for 2014 🙂

Notes to Self

Notes to Self

Always something bittersweet about this time of year…

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I don’t know about you but Christmas, the end of a year and the anticipation of another always brings about mixed emotions for me. It’s the “I can’t believe it…where did the year go?” vibe mixed with “OK, now that this one’s nearly over, let’s not cry over the spent days, and just focus on the next set of 365 fresh days for us to try to do something worthwhile, shall we?” sentiment that make me feel all pensive.

Earlier this evening, I was amongst a circle of women who chose to spend the evening showing gratitude for all that is in our lives this year, while sharing intimately how much has gone on that has made this a rather roller-coaster ride for most. The elation and disappointments.

And yet, we lift our spirits and our gaze to face another day. And we know if we are lucky, there will be many more days to come…for the lessons we will go through, and the joys we will feel. Over and over again till we understand and embrace our individual journeys in this lifetime.

Courage. That is what I want to give thanks for mostly today. A pat on my own back for jumping off my metaphoric cliff this year to reinvent myself, and for the courage I see displayed in so many of my friends in their own lives.

2014…here I come.

Embrace the leaps worth living for!

Embrace the leaps worth living for!