Posted on January 13, 2015
What started as a dream then a whisper that became a tentative plan that hung on the chance of everyone’s holidays aligning (less likely than all the stars and moons and planets pausing in their extraterrestrial paths to spell out OMG) finally became a reality as we travelled to Burma with my family last December, the country that my parents grew up in but left in 1971, barely in their twenties. As I’ve gotten older, for some reason seeing the place that my parents spent their early years in has seemed more and more important. Perhaps I felt that it would help me, for want of a less cliched phrase, figure out who I am or where I fit in.
Burma (also known as Myanmar) is a country that is deeply rich in history and culture. It has gone through many significant events over the last thousand years, including periods of prosperity and dominance, through British occupancy, and unfortunately many wars. It is also home to an incredible number of indigenous ethnic groups, that add to the colour, clamour and, of course, cuisine of Burma. With many places to explore and get lost in, both fast-paced and slow, Burma is a country that truly needs to be experienced, felt and tasted to really understand.
Over the next few posts, we’ll share with you the favourite parts of our three week long journey. We took along no less than five different cameras (granted one was a Fuji Instax), watched five sunrises from a variety of vantage points including a hot air balloon, the top of an ancient temple, and astride a bicycle, pedalling through golden mist. It’s no wonder we took around 6500 photos and whittling them down to just our favourite few has not been an easy job (thanks Jinn!).
Enjoy! If you’ve been to Burma before, we would love to hear about your experiences – for the next time we go, of course! If you’re planning or even dreaming about going and need some travel tips, please do drop us a line!
Posted on August 8, 2014
Sitting next to someone on an airplane can sometimes be awkward. Do you want to talk. Would you prefer to zone out in your secure bubble contained between your armrests, headset firmly on. You were late 40s, 5 o’clock shadow, and looked decidedly friendly (after a surreptitious side glance). So, I ventured out and tested the waters, as I’m a chronic hater of awkward silences.
So is Perth home or holiday destination for you?
Neither! You replied, amiably. You were en route to Broome to work offshore on the ships out that way.
And so I latched on to the cheery but safe subject, prattling on about how much I love Broome, and the conversation meandered agreeably to talk about travelling and bucket lists, so on and so forth. We spoke about our occupations, the bits we like, the bits we find challenging. The conversation flowed effortlessly to and fro, both refreshingly interested in each other’s life experiences and opinions.
Then inevitably we started speaking about family. You’d mentioned a son and a daughter previously so I not-so-cleverly inferred that you had two children. You paused ever so slightly, then said yes. I noted the pause but callously soldiered on. After more questions you volunteered that your eldest son passed away four years ago. We nodded commiseratively together but I didn’t delve, I could hear the pain heavy in your voice. The attention turned my way. And for the first time ever because of your honesty and compelled by the way you spoke with both feeling and calm bravery, I was able to say and acknowledge to a stranger that I had two older brothers. But that I lost one last year.
You understood. You understood why I had to stop speaking at that point. Although you didn’t say much, your compassion and sympathy were apparent. Your sentences became cropped, your voice thick with emotion. You told me that family is everything. You told me that things do get better.
And I believe you. You’ve been there. In fact, you’re still there.
Thank you, John. I might never see you again but thank you all the same from the bottom of a torn but healing heart.
Posted on June 2, 2014
Alphabet Family Journal is an upcoming print magazine that celebrates families, big and small, diverse and messy – all the different types of people that come together to make a home. Due to hit the printing presses in June 2014, Alphabet is brainchild of Sydney-based food and lifestyle photographer Luisa Brimble. Issue A is a collaborative effort of 25 photographers from 3 continents, in addition to 22 writers and 3 artists, all sharing stories and images of their own family lives.
Alphabet was initially funded via Kickstarter and reached its target after only a few weeks, however if you check out their page now, you will find there are still a number of very tempting offers left.
I’m super excited to see how Alphabet Family Journal looks in person – it’s about time we saw an Australian publication like this!
Posted on April 21, 2014
So here I am. No longer clinging to my twenties and barrelling head on into my thirties. Although initially reluctant, I am now a lover and reveller of this decade of life.
Sure life brings with it the weight of more responsibilities but slowly and surely through experience and time I am building up a sense of self-knowledge and self-worth that seemed tortuously unattainable before, previously striving unsuccessfully to gain it through academia, popularity, career and parental approval (oh the scourge and blessing of every Asian child). I’ve still got a ways to go but I just get this feeling that I can carry on now focussing more on “being” rather than “trying”.
Family and positive relationships are like light and life to me. As many of you may know, life threw me and my family the massivest of curve balls last year. Over the months I’ve come to realise that this grief and longing and missing are not simply going to go away if I ignore it or make myself too busy to think about it. It is now a part of me.
But this is my life. I will live it.
Posted on February 19, 2014
Attending a wedding of someone precious to you is always an absolute delight. I particularly love to study the faces of family members, almost living vicariously and feeling lifted by the emotions so clearly written in their expressions.
Noted here. A mother’s tender but intensely proud and protective stance, beaming with happiness over her daughter, the bride. The bride, a grown woman but forever a daughter, bowed in love and ultimate respect.
The hands and richly embroidered garments of three women. Mother-in-law, bride and her mother. White, universally symbolic of pureness of heart and devotion. Hands dipped and decorated to reflect the deep religious and cultural traditions that ceremonialise this marriage. They are dyed with the runes of blessings.
A groom, finally allowed to see his beloved on this special day. He bends down to kiss her gently on the forehead, face cupped exquisitely in his hands.
Excitement barely contained behind her veil.
Posted on December 13, 2013
So Jinn has finally joined the elite three-oh club, where one becomes instantly more knowledgeable and wiser in the ways of the world, and yet is still youthful enough to be able to wear skinny jeans and play soccer three times a week. I kind of freaked out when Jinn mentioned FIFTY people were rocking up to our house for his party, but I have to say that with a little (read a lot) of help from my Mumsy, mum-in-law and sis-in-law, a wonderful Moroccan themed dinner was laid out and heartily consumed by all our guests. I also may or may not have ordered five cakes from Boucla, my fave cafe of all time…
We wish there were more photos to share of this special evening, but we were both too busy running around like crazy chooks setting tables and chatting to guests to take very many! Hopefully these pictures give you a hint of what a lovely and charming night we all had, enjoying the perfect balmy evening in the presence of many loved ones.
Happy bee-day, bozo!
Text by Sarah
Photos by Jinn, Gwen and YW
Posted on October 2, 2013
Posted on April 15, 2013
This astonishingly beautiful bouquet was awaiting me when I opened the door to our home in Perth on Friday. When I stepped into the house, for a moment or two I was just absolutely speechless. It’s seriously the most beautiful bunch of flowers I’ve ever received, next to my wedding bouquet. And you know what? They were both made by my irreplaceable, incredibly talented, much loved Mumsy. I’d had an incredible week in Kununurra (check out my Instagram for some pics!) but couldn’t help but long for the end of the week because I was flying back down to Perth on Friday and celebrating my 30th birthday on Saturday!
Unbeknownst to me, Jinn and my mum hatched this sneaky plan to ensure that these flowers greeted me when I arrived home. I’m fully aware of how hard it is to source peonies in Perth at this time of the year, and so the effort that my mum went to to find and arrange this stunning bouquet of my favourite flowers just speaks volumes of how much I am loved and cared for.
I’ve had an incredible thirty years thus far, surrounded by friends and family and just so much love. If any of you get to read this, I want to let you all know how much I love and appreciate you all.
And lastly – thanks Ma! You really are the best.
Posted on April 2, 2013
A quick and objective-filled weekend back in Perth. What were my objectives? Find myself an outfit worthy of my 30th birthday celebration, eat some of Mumsy’s finest home-cooked specialties, and stuff myself silly with dim sum. Tick, tick and tick!
1. My David Austen roses thriving in Jinn’s care.
2. A highly successful day at Black Beret in Mount Lawley. Not one but TWO Rachel Gilbert dresses are now in my possession! (Stay tuned for an outfit post from the day!)
3, 4, 5. Heading out for dinner on Saturday night. Not at the newly opened Jamie’s Italian though! We thought we might try our luck for a sneaky post-dinner dessert, but there were people still queuing for dinner at 9:00pm!
6, 7. Trying out the highly popular Taiwanese dessert place in Northbridge, Meet Fresh. So Asian. So good.
8, 9. My furbaby.
10, 11. Chilling with records and tea.
12, 13. Easter Monday breakfast at ours with a sleepy Gabs.
Posted on March 4, 2013
The day I’d been hangin’ out for what seemed like an eternity finally arrived – my Jinn came to visit me! He’s my hubby and bestie all in one so being apart is pretty difficult. Thank goodness for webcams so we can at least speak face to face regularly.
Jinn was only here for four days and three nights so we certainly maximised our time together, squeezing in as many sights and get-togethers out of the precious hours we had. Here’s a snippet of our fish-eye fun-times whilst soaking up the sunshine and undeniable beauty of Town Beach in Broome.