Footprints & The Gift Of Love

Having completed another successful Singing Wok event to raise money for Mirabel Foundation, an organisation that looks after drugs orphans, my mind turns to writing an editorial for our Christmas and Chinese New Year issue. I stood in front of my bookcase contemplating my spiritual books then I chanted my mantra and ask the Universe, (or God or Lord Buddha, or my Guru or the Force etc.) to select a book synchronistically. I pulled out Footprints. Continue reading “Footprints & The Gift Of Love”

Hungry Ghosts, Spirits And Chinese Time


Hungry ghost masksTiong Ah Leng, a trader on the street in front of my block of apartments had a bundle of joss sticks clasped tightly in his hands. His eyes closed, he bowed in staccato motions facing the full moon, while cars whizzed up and down the major highway. An incongruous sight even in Kuala Lumpur, where sights and sounds never fail to amaze me daily. I have been living here for over a month and each day, I sense that I am re-entering my childhood of a Malaysia forty years ago. Some things never change. One of these is the full moon in August.  The other is the festival of hungry ghosts. During this lunar year, the two almost coincided. Continue reading “Hungry Ghosts, Spirits And Chinese Time”