I remember a coach journey back where my body felt unusually unsteady. It wasn’t dramatic at first—just a quiet sense that something wasn’t quite right. My energy felt low, my head slightly light, and everything around me felt a bit too loud, too close, too fast. I realised later it was likely low blood pressure,Continue reading “Small Exits, Big Relief: What Stress Teaches Us About Space”
Author Archives: Lee Linah
Ohana Means Family: Held by Love, Guided by Hope
“Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.” As I look at this little lamb holding a heart filled with these words, I’m reminded that love isn’t measured by perfection. It’s measured by presence. By choosing to stay. By remembering. By carrying one another through life’s seasons. The lamb is small andContinue reading “Ohana Means Family: Held by Love, Guided by Hope”
A Bruise on My Thigh and a Lesson in Trusting Time
There are moments in life that feel small on the outside but surprisingly loud on the inside—like noticing a bruise on your upper left thigh and suddenly becoming aware of your own body in a new way. It’s just a mark on the skin, maybe from bumping into something you barely remember. And yet, itContinue reading “A Bruise on My Thigh and a Lesson in Trusting Time”
Anticipating Berjaya Times Square: A Journey Into a New Season
As June approaches, I find myself looking forward to an upcoming church camp at Berjaya Times Square with a sense of excitement that goes beyond the usual anticipation of travel and fellowship. Over the past year, I have experienced what I can only describe as a season of transition. Like many people navigating change, thereContinue reading “Anticipating Berjaya Times Square: A Journey Into a New Season”
Two Doors, Still Learning to Choose
Sometimes life doesn’t feel like a single road with a clear direction. It feels more like standing in front of two doors, both slightly ajar, both quietly inviting you in different ways. Right now, I’m in one of those moments. Two possibilities are opening at the same time. Two different environments. Two different rhythms ofContinue reading “Two Doors, Still Learning to Choose”
Finding My Green Slippers
Finding the right job can feel a bit like trying to find the right pair of green slippers. At first, you think you’re looking for something impressive — the right title, the right company, the right path. But over time, it becomes less about how it looks and more about how it feels. You tryContinue reading “Finding My Green Slippers”
Hunt for Green Shoes
Sunday arrives like a soft exhale. In the dream, it starts simple: I’m at home, or what feels like home, though the walls keep quietly rearranging themselves whenever I look away. There’s that familiar Sunday light—the kind that doesn’t quite commit to being morning or afternoon. It just… lingers. I realize I’m barefoot. Which isContinue reading “Hunt for Green Shoes”
The Three-Day Dream Festival
There’s a particular kind of dream that doesn’t feel random. Not the chaotic kind where you suddenly forget your pants during an exam while being chased by a giant hamster. These dreams feel curated. Lit carefully. Emotionally coherent. Like your subconscious rented out an abandoned cinema and started screening films made entirely out of atmosphere.Continue reading “The Three-Day Dream Festival”
The Greenhouse Dream
This morning’s dream felt quieter than the others. No gravity-defying malls.No museum of preserved memories.No surreal spectacle demanding interpretation. Just a greenhouse. And somehow, that simplicity made it feel even more meaningful. The dream began inside a vast glass conservatory filled with soft morning light. Sunlight filtered through panes overhead, scattering warmth across stone pathwaysContinue reading “The Greenhouse Dream”
