I chuckle thinking about how my idea of self-care has changed so radically across the decades. In my 20s, as a fresh graduate and unmarried working adult, taking care of myself meant booking my next holiday out of the country, getting a hair salon treatment that was too expensive
The recent spate of gym and yoga studio closures in Singapore and overseas has left many reeling. Well loved brands shuttered abruptly, leaving many freelance fitness instructors and yoga teachers unpaid and customers hung out to dry with unused packages. To a great extent, these closures shouldn't be
“One can be in pain, but not suffering. One can also be suffering, but not in pain.” The fog over my head lifted a few inches when I read what Elaine Yang of Reiki Glow Singapore wrote in response to a Q&A I had emailed her. That there
One morning, my four-year-old and I put together a small jigsaw puzzle. On completion, she looked pleased and proceeded to gleefully take the pieces apart. It wasn't an unfamiliar scene. I have seen all my children do the same, whether it is with a 200-piece
For quite a while now, I have been craving silence. Not merely the quiet of an empty apartment. Not an undisturbed walk in the park. But absolute environmental stillness, where everything and everyone in it are suspended in a sacred hush. Which was how I found myself in the adoration
Over the past week and a half, I cycled multiple times through numbness, anger, sadness and other possible stages of grief. No one had died. It was the abrupt shuttering of Yoga Inc, where I had been teaching part-time for the last two years, that led to this explosion
"I am the love that I seek; the love that I seek is me." This morning's guided meditation track broke me a little bit. The recent years have been disorienting. Often I catch myself reacting and ruminating. An unproductive struggle, laughs my higher consciousness. But such
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