Worthwhile

185840_10150977689717379_360543478_n-1I have been supporting Nila Tanzil Petersen in her amazing initiative to set up community libraries in the remote areas in eastern Indonesia, named, Rainbow Reading Garden (Taman Bacaan Pelangi) since its inception.

But it wasn’t until two years ago, when I went with her and another friend, Metta, to Flores to visit the libraries, that I realised what she was doing. The one in this picture is the library about an hour from Labuan Bajo town, which is an hour by smaller plane from Bali.
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If money is no object

There was a question posed several days ago: If money is no object, what would you do?

I am happy to find out that my response to the question is: “I would do the same things I am doing now – but magnified. And without any worries.”

“Without any worries.” Isn’t that interesting?

Might write more later. But this will do for now.

Help is everywhere

Life is always set to bring us a feast of experiences – each time with different colour, flavour and texture. There is always something to sit with, to bring about smiles and tears from the heart.

This is a short post to dearly acknowledge that help is everywhere. As and when I need it, help is always extended, gladly, whole-heartedly, and lightly. Always.

I thank all the angels in my life for this. I thank God, too. I thank you.

And you, know that you don’t have to go through this alone.

Is there … relaxation?

We were having our usual conversation.
I was so excited to tell you about the response that I heard on my latest question. I was pondering on how to have constant remembrance.
“I heard the words: surrender, let go, relaxation,” said I, eagerly.
You were silent for a second or two, before quietly responded, “Is there.. relaxation?”
“Of course!” I said.

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“Communications specialist” no more

A couple of months ago, I was asked to write an article for magdalene.co. I did. The editor asked if I could provide a short bio to go with the article. It took me a while to write it.

That was when I realised, I could not write me as “a communications specialist” anymore.
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