Make a daily commitment; share values through sports...

"Plus est en vous! Move often, move well; one life, live it well! For we are the adventures we live!"

Make a daily commitment; share values through sporting endeavours!

“That moment when the tension breaks, and the arrow is cast, as swift as the follow through... that resolute moment of stillness, when all is as it should be... is unadulterated joy.”

And that skilled act of releasing arrows purposefully into the wind, towards the sighted target... at all speeds, with calculated routine, is at once stoic and zen. Unpredictably guided by the buffeting wind, yet all methodologically hitting home into a tight grouping, that’s perhaps the best metaphor for the endless pursuit of self-improvement.

Some days the arrows shot are clustered into a dense grouping, other days they're spread a little apart, but all days, I relish the time and space it takes to make good the shot process.

It’s a long haul. And each day is what we make of it.

Still, I am glad to be able to share the joy of movement literacy with others, as a physical education & sports lecturer, multi-sports life-coach, and friend. This is sport, this, is our journey. Come be a part of the community! Live the excitement, the toil, the epiphany, the calm, the confidence, the spark, the tension, the relief, and the camaraderie.

Sport is therapy, sport parallels life. We learn that even at our best, we win some, and lose some. That our greatest fan or critic is actually the person in the mirror. And that the best equipment, is that which you grasp in the moment, and you learn to make good with what you have.

Enlightened Legacies... strength, resolve, and an extra dose of kindness

The Age of Technology ought beget broader viewpoints on all sides. Long haul journeys require wit and mettle, charisma and resolve; there are no sovereign models to emulate in this multilingual city state of religious understanding and cultural synergy. In all its iterations, the islanders who have come to call this land home are no slack-jowled idealists. We grew up caring enough to pull our neighbours kids along for skills tutoring and meals, car-pooled and shopped wet markets together, shared tales of weal and woe in each other’s homes, worked through shared candles during power outages and took care of each other’s chores... never forget that it is this heart of camaraderie, this essence of gotong royong that allowed our little red dot to harbour all through this current calamity of Covid’19. If anything, this be the time to share innovation, cherish informed viewpoints, marry solutions and most importantly work to reunite our neighbourhoods. Many have put in too much... we owe it to them, to ourselves, and those who come after, to get our act together... this island was and should continue to be the bedrock of shared relief, just as sailors had once scrambled onto land, having braved the arduous voyage and harsh seas, united by a common code to do better by their fellow man, and strove to grow what scarce resource we shared. Let the unifying trait hark back to one of industriousness and the code of stewardship. To tend and nurture, to bolster and grow. For this is our shared home. Look to nature, if in need of insight, the geese and flocks of birds oft remind us, we all need to lead at times, and at times, simply allow others to do so, while keeping pace, ever ready to helm when need beckons.

Hurt rechannelled, does not diminish pain

Memories blur into bulleted points, mere talking points; convenience headlined, droned pompously, lest we forget. Sharp, vivid, yet inaccurate; skewed to narrative wiles. Harnessed, impassioned; gongs are ringing, sounding for change. That rhythm and beat familiar, yet lost in cacophonous, nuanced, familiar repetition.

Where one broods in comfort and convenience; another bleeds despair. Can light, bright and searing, be felt, whilst conditioned by the jaded dread of blistering, cold indifference? When far removed from cause and root, visual screams and the guttural visage of carnage, does one cower, shell-shocked, numb, or savour silence in privilege.

Plans ought form into bulleted points, kindness shared, form talking points. Plights headlined, for just-actions, championed, lest we forget. For the cries are not lost in the ocean of sorrows. Though courage is needed. Truth does not free. Duty calls, egos be humbled, to stand for others - a plight primeval - as a steward of life in the face of danger and not as war-influencer in the temptation of spoils.

Blessed is one, who can choose where they stand, few can say they share the privilege. Heavy the heart, head and hands that carry the cause, for to seek the end, is to nurse one's enemies, raise their children, tend their wounds and walk the mile with those who'd wronged them. When purse and coin are invested in hospitals and gardens of the mind; when budgets for strife and conflict are unequivocally redirected to disaster relief and infrastructure, we know the tides have turned.

Know free-will, it is, that directs bulleted points; where values fostered and shared, remain common threads that bind. Farming tools need edges too, yet to smelt all plowshares for swords, may be to lose ourselves to the ravenous lone wolf that plagues a village. In blind rage, all is lost. Civility, logic, and calm, may reduce the monster in the woods to the one animal in need of redress. Be firm, but kind, in all matters to be handled. Yet in the better times to come, let not vigilance fade, lest we forget.

Each village scourge tackled, undoubtedly fosters capabilities, draws mind and hearts closer. There will come time when we are done standing against the common foe, will we wait till then to pledge to stand for common goals? Or is it too much to ask that we stand up now and call out that which we know cannot be allowed to propagate, lest common decency be lost, and destruction thrives.

Life as we know it has ended, we are forever changed

Our city state is built upon the backs and visions of migrants. Most of us come from migrant ancestry. The pandemic makes no distinction, it's continued propagation taxes the healthcare system. The quick community spread is not only due to living conditions but the culture of BAU in a country state that has never allowed itself to be stalled. Its continued exponential spread uncovers and addresses but some of many weak links and blind spots that surfaced. We need to do better to care for each and every life, whether or not they have the financial means, those infected and all who will be. We are born of migrant stories too, yet to this day, we have not done enough to take care of those who keep the country going. What is meritocracy, when humanity is battling a disfunctional moral compass? Collective wisdom critical now, solutions focus; just hold the blame. No need to damn authorities, but we do need to do better. Truth is, some of the individual dumb decisions, committed in a moment of folly, for selfish myopic reasons, would irreversible change the fates of others who may not survive the complications of the illness. Civic-mindedness and grace to forgive, may appease the frustration, but we would all not be at ease with our own conscience if we have not done our utmost to expand our circle of influence to take effective action. Do what we can within our means, lest we be the downfall of others. May we all strive to drive sense into the hearts of those about us, and increase compassion to include more we can care for, if we are to beat this. Implore moral courage in communities to talk down poor and flawed conceptual discussions, before minority idiocy becomes public policy. Else we are as guilty of inaction. Staying home is not action, it is a minor temporary inconvenience for some; making a positive difference in the world by starting with the decision to be an asset to others, daily, that is action. Resources and alignment to selfless causes, will then come. It's never been resource limitations, its always been moral urgency or rather, its dalliance. May the pandemic that has opened our eyes, move our hands, just as it has moved our mouths.

HOME-BASE EVERYTHING... Times are achanging!

It takes a village to raise a child, nothing yet said if you've got yourself more than one XD ...for not all children are satisfied to conform to mediocrity, and yet others have callings beyond what their families are prepared for. We all do what little we can, God will find a way, He is the shepherd, and with Him, we are never lost.