Stephanie Loo

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

As 2025 comes to a close, I’m reflecting on a year that stretched me in ways I never anticipated. This year reminded me that progress is uncomfortable and it pushes you beyond your comfort zone. There were moments of momentum and moments of pause, and both played an important role in shaping my journey. 2025Continue reading “𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬”

Remembrance

Time stood still,At eleven-oh-two,What was a typical day,Turned a bleak, grey hue.What once was,Could not be felt nor seen,Invisible -Engraving pain in everything.These columns of twelve,As if guarding,Could never bear the weight,Of what they are holding.For there in the centre,In a tiered column so hollow,Lies the souls of seventy thousand -Only mirroring sorrow.This reminds me,HowContinue reading “Remembrance”

Running Through Buttered Air: Starting with Paris

Starting in Paris If there’s one piece of advice I could give anyone reading this: make sure your feet (and knees!) are prepared for what’s waiting for you in Paris. Oh, the pain!! My first five days in the city had me sleeping with a pillow under my knees every night, and my first journalContinue reading “Running Through Buttered Air: Starting with Paris”

In Van Gogh’s Footsteps: Healing, Art, and Self-Discovery

Reflecting on My 2-Week Self-Discovery Journey to France It was booked on a whim. I was at a point in my life when I felt my lowest—when I learned that even bright, sunny days could seem bleak and dreary. I was filled with mixed emotions: questions of self-worth, doubt, and feelings of helplessness. I triedContinue reading “In Van Gogh’s Footsteps: Healing, Art, and Self-Discovery”

Walking The Painters’ Path

Of endless wheat fields,Rolling hills,And coloured daffodils. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. Splitting the horizon—Skies in painter’s blue,Gardens—Lush in green hue. 𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥. At each step,As if I’d been taken backTo a time once his—As far as his eyes could see,This 𝘖𝘪𝘴𝘦 would beHis canvas—Laid out endlessly. 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰Continue reading “Walking The Painters’ Path”

Over The Rhône

As night descends,The skies take a different hue,I sit atop some steps,Perched for a perfect view.The hum of the river,Choral of voices to my right -The cold wind sends a shiver,As day dissolves into night.Stars slowly show their glimmer,Materializing across the night sky,No photo can do this scene justice -Now captured in my minds’ eye.WithContinue reading “Over The Rhône”

In The Corner

People running,Streets bustling,Quiet in the corner.Trams stopping,People alighting,Watching from the corner.Coffee machine humming,Cutleries clinking,Seated in the corner.The world going,Never stopping,Me in my corner.- 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦 (May 2024)As I sat in my corner, witnessing the constant motion of life around me, I foundContinue reading “In The Corner”

“Quiet The Mind and The Soul Will Speak”

Two weeks in,What a rollercoaster it has been!Some days bright,Some days were as dark as night. 10K Runs, 5K Spartans,No sweat, no slack!But a recent 8K run – Got me a panic attack.Disbelief, denial, Dreadful, depressing, Thoughts in passing,Just never seeing the blessing.What happened to the good days?Where was Mr Sunshine?Why can’t we celebrate theContinue reading ““Quiet The Mind and The Soul Will Speak””

“The Artist’s Way”

“To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong“ Joseph Chilton Pearce – The Beginning – I’ve always felt that the perfect book finds its reader, almost as if by accident. Let me tell you how I ended up with this book in the palm of my hands: “The Artist’s Way”Continue reading ““The Artist’s Way””

Like An Ocean

Like an ocean, uncertain,Weather affecting current,Courses chartered led astern,How lives could be lost – In a fleeting moment. Black of night and hope for shore,Guided by a distant light -Perhaps nothing more;Though fear reaps through everyone’s core,With the ocean song, spirits soar.Come the dawn, the ocean mends,A victorious journey in the end;The folly of forecastContinue reading “Like An Ocean”