Our home is where we want to feel at home. Practicing the art and science of Feng Shui is one way we can make this happen, possibly bringing around peace, wealth and overall positivity to our lives.
Feng Shui, pronounced foong shway, translates to wind (fēng, 风) and water (shuǐ, 水). It is a Chinese means of creating harmony and balance within our personal and professional spaces through design, centring around the flow of energy (Chi or qi, 氣) and the yin and yang. The practice is closely aligned with the Five Elements of Chinese culture: wood, earth, fire, metal and water.
Feng Shui is about balance.
My parents always lived by the traditional Chinese mentality, and they’ve always been keen on aligning the places we lived in Australia and South East Asia with the elements of Feng Shui. For them, rooms and furniture have to be laid out a certain way. Although I learnt why my parents are meticulous about Feng Shui, it’s not something I’m sold on today. At least not completely.
Warm weather. Cold weather. We might prefer one or the other. Or we might not have a preference and love both.
The weather is different all around the world. Some countries have four seasons. Other parts of the world especially countries close to the equator don’t have four seasons and pretty much have a steady temperature all year round.
Hot or cold weather. Different climates, different temperatures.
For as long as I can remember, I never liked cold weather. Never like it when the temperature dips below 20’C (68’F) in Melbourne and any place really. Summer is my favourite season and a day 30’C (86’F) or over is something I love. When I lived in Singapore, I loved that each and every day was a tropical, humid balmy 26’C (78’F) or more.
Our birthday comes around once a year. Our birthday, that one day usually reminding us of another year gone by. Not all of us are keen on celebrating this so-called ‘special day‘.
I’m one of these people. Never have been keen on celebrating my birthday, which is coming up next week. Every year I try to keep this day as quiet as possible, going about the day as per normal and sort of forgetting that it’s my birthday.
When we speak of introverts, we often think of those who are quiet. There’s the common stereotype that if we’re Asian, we’re quiet and passive, and perhaps introverted too.
I’ve been every bit the introvert my whole life. As a Chinese Australian who feels too Asian to be Australian and too Australian to be Asian, countless occasions I feel I don’t fit in – but ironically I love being on my own.
Art or science? That’s a choice we might have to make at some point in our lives, maybe when we’re deciding what to study. Or choosing our career. Or deciding on which passion path to take.
Art is commonly thought of as abstract work, work that doesn’t always follow particular patterns, work open to interpretation. Think the fields of writing, music, painting, photography. On the other hand, science is commonly associated with logic and grounded in rational thinking, Think the fields of astronomy, accounting, law, medicine.
We all have passions and dreams, which our parents might not always agree with. In a stereotypical Asian family, artistic and creative dreams tend to be frowned upon, and we might have second thoughts about chasing them.
Writing is something I love. Seven year old me rushed home after school and wrote fictional adventure stories in my bedroom, and loved writing essays for English classes. These days after work, I write for this blog and work on my first book. But for as long as I can remember, my Chinese-Malaysian parents have never been keen on me spending time writing.