It seems the wind is now blowing in the direction of community-building, in various small pockets of society.
I have been learning a lot, through such communities, over the past few days.
But, as an eccentric-yet-wise elder said, “I learnt a lot. But by the time I learnt a lot, I am dying. So I wrote a book to pass on what I have learnt.”
This is by way of passing it on.
P. S. I am grateful for no Covid lock-down today. shivers at the thought.
music
The young pianists – twenty-somethings, they looked like – were performing on either a Steinway or a Fazioli: grand pianos. Bach, and Liszt, and Mozart seemed to be popular choices. One of the pianists even nourished the audience with her own composition, a piece for a small ensemble: 1 harp, 2 cellos, 2 double basses, 1 percussion (drums), 1 horn, 1 flute, 1 clarinet.
That pianist-composer thanked God for holding her hand while walking through difficult times. She shared that her hands had suffered an injury while preparing for a performance.
I'm back. Back at my footprints in the dusty tracks here — nearly obliterated by time and dust, gathered over a yawn of twenty years – or was it thirty?
cafe scene. young people roasting coffee beans and opening their own cafes. But they admit they lack the resources to develop their roasting skills to an ideal level of competence.
Once again, I visited a Japanese-style tavern in Singapore, named Toku Izakaya.
And I met Taki-san from Kamakura, Japan. Taki-san has a 5-year-old son who is enrolled in a kindergarten near Clementi Woods. Taki-san has only been in Singapore for five years.
And, I met a regular customer at the same izakaya, once more: Mr. Erkka from Finland. Today Erkka had his hair in braids.
What have I accomplished since the first mention of Covid appeared on the web-pages of news corporations worldwide? I write the below words to help me keep track of the goings-on in my life so far.
