stay in my memory

Thinking about the moments and things that use to be
All that unimportant stupid little things that make my past,
Make me and all the people I lived with some are by me or around me,
Others somewhere along the way...

Forgotten places, not worth a single hello but I can recall it all
The things we've done together, grew up together
We spent so special times expressing our motions, ourselves together
Do you remember the times when we dared to rebel
We wanted just to be...

Chipped Beef

"He rang us up not long ago, tipsy---he's a tippler--- saying our faces brought him closer to God. And it's true, we're terribly good-looking people. They're using my mother's profile on the new monorail token, and as for my father and me, the people of NASA want to design a lunar module based on the shapes of our skulls. Our cheekbones are the aeronautic and the clefts of our chins can hold up to three dozen BBs at a time. When asked, most people say that my greatest asset was my skin, which glows--- it really does! I have to tie a sock over my eyes in order to fall asleep at night. Others like my eyes or my perfect gleaming teeth, my thick head of imposing stature, but if you want my opinion, I think my most outstanding feature is my ability to accept a compliment."

The Dance

I have sent you my invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don't jump up and shout, "Yes, this is what I want! Let's do it!" Just stand up slowly and dance with me.

Show me how you follow your deepest desires, spiralling down into the ache within the ache. And I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, everyday.

Don't tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart. Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Tell me a story of who you are,
And see who I am in the stories I am living. And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

Don't tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day. Show me you can risk being completely at peace, truly OK with the way things are right now in this moment, and again in the next and the next and the next. . .

I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring. Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will. What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.

Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart. And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.

Show me how you take care of business without letting business determine who you are. When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul's desires have too high a price, let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world the stories and the songs you want our children's children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle not to change the world, but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude, knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

...Just take my hand and dance with me...

Oriah, Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder

What If I Say

What If I Say

What if I say I shall not wait?
What if I burst the fleshly gate
And pass, escaped, to thee?

What if I file this mortal off,
See where it hurt me, - that’s enough, -
And wade in liberty?

They cannot take me any more, -
Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
Unmeaning, now, to me

As laughter was an hour ago,
Or laces, or a traveling show,
Or who died yesterday!


Emily Dickinson

Hyatt Pure Spa Event

A bene placito!
Certainly a blast! Lots of questions answers and explanations. Business walks talks and agreements. Damai was on the ball today. All eyes were on them as they Open their Doors for Business. 600 guests to impress for these 2 very important days. Determines Hyatt Pure's Damai reputation and potential business makers. Mingle and Socialise. Fun with serious business to meet and talk their way through guests that made time to see what Damai has to offer.

It was all about knowing what some are missing out on.
Experience, Sanitas Per Aquas on a whole new Level.
Damai A Brand- The Chanel of Spa.

.Peace.

Damai's VIP Party

It was certainly a High End-Expats experience for me. At the same time, I shook hands with some of the most influencial people in the media and business world. I felt proud to be in the Spa Business and to what i've seen and understand is "Damai" a High End BRAND for SPA and Lifestyle. It has set a new bench mark for all the other SPAs in Singapore. Renewing, Purifying, Healing, Balancing. One Word, Amazing.

Good Girls Go to Heaven... Naughty Girls Go Downtown

There's beauty in her strength. Danger in her Desires. Money to burn. Looks to Die for. Other Dangerous Weapons. Million Dollars will buy Designer Couture. Love Her. Love her Handcuffs.