Gift of Love

Wishing everyone a blessed Christmas and an inspiring year ahead.

 

Heavenly Love

Wishing one and all a blessed Christmas of joy and peace, and a beautiful new year. Featuring the lovely painting by Kok Tuck Chong from Mouth and Foot Painting Artists.

 

The First Gift

The origins of commemorating this day, featuring the lovely work of artist Yongsung Kim and its title. Wishing one and all a beautiful Christmas filled with joy and love.

 

Tonight I Lie

Tonight I lie
On the same sofa I used to
When I would need to wake
Early for classes, sleepy
To the sounds of her
Bustling in the kitchen
Boiling water, making coffee

It’s been so long since

Now I have my own place
She no longer moves that easy
More wrinkles on her dear face
I pray for her tonight, sleepless
That God would heal her pain
Then by light of sunset glows
Bring her back to me again.

No Pics Today

Today I didn’t make any pics
While I was spending time with
Fam and having a simple meal, just
Like the good ol’ days when
Privacy was still valued
Conversations were audible
And time slowly spent gazing
Truly into their eyes.

Merry Christmas. 😉

Conversations in a Fall

Dedicated to all wonderful fathers on this very special day.

Me: (Winces in pain) Ugh.. not again..

He: (Rushes over and examines me carefully) Ah, you fell on the exact spot you did some time ago.

Me: (Ruefully) But I’d taken this path all along and nothing’s happened! Just this time my foot slipped.

He: (Smiles kindly) It’ll heal; give it some time. (Looks thoughtfully at me) But you do need to be more careful. Sometimes it could be stones, and yes, sometimes our own two feet.

Me: (Downcast) Yeah I guess… I just didn’t expect it y’know.

He: (Smiles) No one does. But learning to tread carefully while enjoying your walk is important. It takes practice of course, but you’ll get better with each fall.

He picked me up with gentle arms
And tended to my fall
That I now know falling’s worth
And thus, I fear no more.

Daily Prompt: Connected

Speak my thoughts with
Your words, while I feel
With all your senses;
My heart it quickens and
Calms, with your
Every mood and nuance;
For we are one and the same
Our lives they must entwine
Now that we’re finally home
I am yours, as you are mine.

Prodigal II

From where I am, I see
Him standing, in the distance
Never once leaving
His worried counternance as
He gazes out anxiously

Till suddenly face lit, and
His eyes shone with recognition
As the sight of me compels
His rushing down towards
Arms outstretched, welcoming

Finally home and safe, in
His sweet, comforting embrace
That nothing matters anymore except
The knowledge that I am home
And home I will be always.

Price Issue

A quote recently caught my eye:

“Price is only ever an issue in the absence of value.”

I grew up in a middle-income family. We were not rich, but we had enough to afford basic comforts. Grandpa had high expectations – of the way his wife should dress, the food that was placed on the table, the conduct of his children and grandchildren. He would buy intricate accessories for Grandma and expected his favourite braised pork on the table every evening. He was generous with his treats – and his punishments – whenever he felt we deserved them.

He exemplified this quote, that money is never an issue for entities worthy.

Now older, I appreciate this quote, though from a slightly different perspective. No longer I chase the frivolous thrills of new bargains, but prefer entities of lasting quality. No more transient short-term targets, but investible goals and objectives. Not for flighty acquaintances, but quality commitments. 

For want of these, the focus shifts to experience rather than object, which may be pricey or worthless in others’ eyes, yet is exclusively meaningful. 

For want of these, the delight now comes from the journey and its ups and downs, happiness and sorrow, challenges and growth, rather than the destination.

For want of these, the measure of value, intangible and personal, greatly outweighs that of price.

That it becomes true that price ceases to apply when one hankers for the things money can’t buy.

Anniversary Spectrum

The man was first amused
By my choice of anniversary bake
But then pondered and mused:
What a good omen it made!

For the ten years we’ve stuck together
Through rainy days and sun
A pretty seven-colour spectrum
And many more to come 🙂

(Nope I didn’t bake this ^^)