After 16 hours of flying, I am now standing on the other side of the world. The newsstands stocked with the Cantonese, the smell of rice (with Cantonese style chicken), the familiar faces and the crowded streets tell me I am definitely back home – Hong Kong.
Coming back this time, we have a new member in our family. My cousin just had her first baby in March. The two months old, Ka Hei, is on the spot light 24/7 with lots of cuddles, kisses and attention. She is as small as a button and yet as loud as a giant. She came to this world, to this family, determined to show us her wanting, desire and most importantly, one of her missions – to remind us that WE ARE BORN TO BE LOVED. Love can be shown in many different ways. In my family, love is shown with: the check-in phone calls, the home-made soup and the concerns of my work and love. I admit, sometimes, I wish I was a baby under the spotlight, but, I am proud of being part of a family light brightening the journey for the next generation. I AM LOVE. I AM LOVED. IAM LOVING. It is nice to be home! Much love, Mandy :)
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This week, a friend of mine posted a video of a Pillow Fight in Montreal on Facebook. I realized April 2nd (last Saturday) was the 6th annual of Pillow Fight Day in New York City, and the 4th annual of the world. This is so cool!!!
International Pillow Fight Day is part of the urban playground movement that encourages people to organize free, fun, all ages events in the larger public space around the world. From their website, “One of our goals is to make these unique happenings in public space become a significant part of popular culture, partially replacing passive, non-social consumption experiences like watching television, and consciously celebrating public spaces in our cities as our ‘urban living rooms.’ The result, we hope, will be a global community of participants in a world where people are constantly organizing and attending these happenings in every major city in the world.” It is never too late to find out a creative, fun and inspiring event especially in New York City. It is important to be reminded to play like a child: creatively and spontaneously, regardless of age, to reconnect the nature of our being – ease, flow and fun. Recently, a friend of mine shared a conversation he had with his 10 years old niece. The little girl commented on her uncle’s ex-girlfriend. When they had the ‘uncle and me’ time, the nice said “She (the ex-girlfriend) didn’t play with us and showed she didn’t like us”. The comment sounded truthful response. All children have a natural joy and freedom. They respond to the world more spontaneously and honestly than grown-ups. When something doesn’t align with their nature, they say it out loud without polish and hesitation. They have no resistance or attachment; thoughts just come and go. When they are happy, they smile. When they are sad, they cry. People adore children because they remind us our childhood – the pure joy, boundless thoughts and imagination. When we get in touch with our inner child, we find playfulness anytime, anywhere, even though we have accumulated responsibilities along the journey of growing up. Here is my new ‘mantra’: I AM A CHILD. I AM SILLY, IMAGINATIVE, EXCITED AND FUN. I LOVE MY PLAYFULNESS AND MY SENSE OF HUMOUR. LIFE IS MY PLAYGROUD. I LOVE TO SHARE THIS PURE JOY AND FREEDOM WITH PEOPLE AROUND ME. LIFE IS SO GOOD TO ME AS ALWAYS. THANKS FOR PLAYING WITH ME ALL THE TIME. Come play with me! Your playful friend, Mandy :) |