​AUDREY CHIN 

A fifty six year old on a swing

I’m drunk with words. My nephew, the artist and poet, is visiting with his family. We’ve been indulging in artsy-fartsy conversation,...

We’re just back from remote Lugu Lake, Yunnan China where my friend Choo Wai Hong traded in her high-flying high-stress corporate...

Have I prayed in vain? Wai’s funeral was yesterday, Ish’s more than a year ago now. Kwan is in a deep coma. There’s very little chance...

Someone told me yesterday I was getting too religious and hence difficult to get along with. That certainly caused me to go look in the...

SILENCE! Photo Credit: http://www.flickr.com Dani Batz’s photostream I’ve just returned from my 3rd retreat. When I first started...

Moonlight over Clementi Rail Bridge Finally, 15th day of the 8th moon – Mid-Autumn Festival.  The moon a beautiful yellow orb. The moon...

Photo Credit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/camyluna 13th day of the 9th moon of the year of the water dragon.It’s raining again. Unless...

Full moon through stained glass Photo Credit: http://www.wilandra.com 12th day of the 8th moon in the year of the water dragon … and what...

11th day of the 8th moon in the year of the water dragon. Photo Credit: John Garozze http://www.jagwah.blogspot.com Tonight it was...

10th day of the 8th month of the dragon year – a busy buzzy sort of day running around delivering Mid-Autumn gifts to friends and...

8th day of the 8th moon of the year of the Dragon. We start with the verses of the most unaccomplished – mine. Photo Credit:...

Credit: Photo by Forest and Kim http://www.desert-tropicals.com Including me! One of my readers, Joe Bunting asked me to do a guest post...

Like any other big city, you can’t ever find a taxi at rush-hour in my city. And of course the buses don’t move when there’s gridlock....

We do this and we do that. We go here and we go there. But we’re never satisfied. What will give us rest?

It’s taken me almost a lifetime to learn to sit and be with myself, to be aware of my now and to let go. Animals, they do it naturally...

With each birthday, death becomes more forward.  Good face days become fewer and farther apart. Death begins to make her presence felt...