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03#chooseLOVEbreatheCOURAGE: Revolutionary love

Mar 4th, 2018 #chooseLOVEbreatheCOURAGE 2 min read

I asked my friend, “how do we love in the face of chaos and violence?” She replied, “love comes for me when I pause and truly look at the other”. When we look at the other and understand that they withhold stories of their own, ones that might be filled with so much rage and terror, happiness and love, we realise that we are all…

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02#chooseLOVEbreatheCOURAGE: Compassion for others begins when we can first heal our wounds

Mar 3rd, 2018 #chooseLOVEbreatheCOURAGE 1 min read

There are bound to be days where I don’t meet much conflict and I won’t have to practice choosing love and breathing courage, right? Not. The unfortunate truth. Or very fortunate. Depends on how you look at it. I went on a bitch rant today. The storylines were relatively similar – I was in the right and they were in the wrong. Therefore, this was…

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01#chooseLOVEbreatheCOURAGE: Love begins with myself

Mar 2nd, 2018 #chooseLOVEbreatheCOURAGE 2 min read

Annoyance and hurt bubbled up in me. I could feel anger approaching. I wanted to say that all was fine and say a proper goodbye, but there was something in me that didn’t allow for that to happen. That annoyance had already taken a strong hold on me in that short five minute ride to my apartment. I just wanted to get far away from…

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Social Experiment: #chooseLOVEbreatheCOURAGE

Mar 2nd, 2018 #chooseLOVEbreatheCOURAGE 3 min read

I have finally arrived to the point in my life where I’m tired of hearing the stories of my own past trauma. They are important to recognise, but I feel that I have been doing that for the past six years in therapy and ten years on my yoga journey. Why am I still being triggered? Why am I still acting up? Why do I…

Good. Night.

Jan 25th, 2017 Writings 1 min read

Sunshine poured through the windows, Creating pools of shadows around my feet. I breathed in the warm, silky air, infusing this temple of my soul with light and hope. I settled down on the ground, And laid crystals around my temple. I sat. I breathed. I contemplated. I prayed. I hoped. BANG! A sudden strike of lightning hit the ground. It stole the sunshine away…

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Loving and Remembering You Always — Debbie Chan Mei Ling.

Nov 4th, 2016 Writings, Yoga 5 min read

A full month has flown by. A month and a week ago, you sent me a 4:37min WhatsApp voice message. You had finally allowed me to visit you in the hospital! I was overjoyed, and shifted plans around to see you the following day. I walked into your hospital room. It was different from the first one I visited you at a few months ago….

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The Story of the Cold, Dark Box

Mar 4th, 2016 Writings, Yoga 2 min read

It is cold and dark. There are four walls, a ceiling and a floor. No windows. It is a box of steel. Nothing comes in and nothing goes out. The frigid weather of beautiful falling snow set the temperatures within the box to way below the minuses. The cold has frozen the heart and the soul. The space, so tiny, a mouse wouldn’t survived in…

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Website Revamp

Jul 12th, 2015 Yoga 3 min read

It took me only five years to revamp this space. A Communications undergraduate then, misscheryltan.com was born in 2009 as an attempt to figure out the digital landscape. This space has been through a few reconstructions with the last one done in 2011, shortly before my move to Toronto. Since the beginning of my blog, I started questioning about life and what it means to…

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How Do We Change The Patterns In Our Lives?

May 29th, 2015 Yoga 3 min read

Time after time again, I see myself falling into the same trap. The same ditch. The same dark hole that swallows my entire being. It’s almost life-threatening. The mind-body connection is such an interesting subject to study. Even though my head rationalises logical reasonings, the body is slow to catch-up. For one who seems to wallow in self-hatred, this slow catch-up game that the body…

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Because I Am A Girl

Dec 4th, 2014 Yoga 3 min read

A few months ago, I wrote a poem for the Body/Language workshop, one that “aims to engage participants in an effort to unpick these notions of gender and to uncover experiences and stories of their own bodies through poetry.” The following is a video of my reading at the Singapore Writer’s Festival this past November.       Because I Am A Girl That irritating…

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Striking a Balance Between Lightness and Darkness

Sep 7th, 2014 Yoga 5 min read

The memories came flooding back like tidal waves crashing into rocks. And they felt good. Letters from kindergarten, elementary, and high school friends; photographs of my younger days with family members; old school uniforms, baby clothes that mom lovingly kept, bears, beads, cross-stitched patterns, piano books from the time I started playing to now, and even melted candy were found in these treasure boxes. These…

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To Escape or Accept Our Dark Spaces

Aug 14th, 2014 Yoga 5 min read

It is dark with no speck of light available in sight. The space is small and cramped, with cold walls as the only source of comfort. The deafening silence is punctured with the sounds of rapid breathing. There is no one else around. I’m caged in. Sensations bubble up within the body. Pain sears right through the core, like a sword piercing into the skin,…