Distilled Moment

Recently I watched two Netflix documentaries that reinforced further my belief in the intricate interconnectedness of the human body, mind and soul.  “Stories from spiritual leaders, physicians and those with chronic illnesses reveal the powerful connection between the human psyche and physical health” This is the “Heal” documentary.  “Diagnosis” is about asking the crowd to help in providing answers for very puzzling cases. In at least three of the cases, severe physical symptoms are probably caused by trauma, stress and the patients’ perceptions. As I helped clients as well as pay attention to myself and others around me, l find that, inevitably beliefs and perceptions play big roles in wellness and the management of diseases.  A sense of gratitude and acceptance help give hope and serenity. Unfortunately, most doctors that I have seen, take symptoms and medications piecemeal, and side effects are just after thoughts.  Mind you, I am grateful for the doctors...

I managed to snag a scholarship to Australia after my secondary school.  I still loved the libraries, but alas, the libraries could no longer protect me from the turmoil of boys.  My life unraveled, and I got married just when I turned twenty After six years, I returned to Malaysia.  I had a one year old girl and a Bachelor of Science in psychology.  Life was hard, felt torn apart by demands from all sorts of directions.  Just when I was beginning to know my mother, she died.  I was devastated.  She lived with me for nearly four years, I was 27 and was slowly forming a relationship with her.  When my husband was allowed to further his studies in Canada, my two kids and I followed.  It was quiet and blissful.  We rented a small flat and spent loads of time playing outside.  With a teaching assistantship, I also furthered my studies. My social skills blossomed.  I discovered my ability to listen deeply and helped most of the cli...

I was born in a small village in a fruit Orchard.  Circumstances were pretty difficult but the quietness of the place allowed my wild imagination to flourish I was a very curious child with never ending questions.  That kind of a child was not easy for people in a conventional little place.  By the time I was six, I kept a lot to myself, relying on keen observation and whatever reading material I could get my hands on I was able to read by the age of four by “borrowing” my sister's school books when she was not watching.  By the time I managed to get to school, I was ahead of all the kids. Which was a very fortunate thing! I had no shoes, wore patched up school uniform, had no school books and had no money to buy snacks or pay school fees.   Rumours were circulating that the headmaster had gambling addiction issues.  I was asked to teach class whenever he was missing. My “payment” was being allowed to roam the book cupboards at the back o...

I  have been sick for a long time and I have been seeking healing for a long time too.   In the explorations and experimentations that I have made, I am quite convinced that my life is richer and fuller if I can experience each moment as it is, here and now. Unfortunately, believing is one thing, being is another.  Occasionally I do manage to pay attention to the present moment; without judgement and attachment.  My goals are to be able to stand as I am: savouring the moment,  not shrinking, nor puffed up.  Solidly in the now, peaceful with the past, redha with the future. That will be the focus of my writing, making the moments of my life distilled: rich and clear