He got out of his car to help load my semi-heavy... yeah, right... alright, alright then quite a heavy one and a half pieces of luggage. The driver asked if I wished to travel in silence or whether I would like to choose some music for my journey? Would he possibly have all the choices I had in mind? Well, no! When I opted for the music, he chose his favourite track of an old Persian style of music called 'golhaye rangarang'; the colourful flowers in Farsi. The sound of the music and the singing voice of the male singer of a song called "Fill up my Bowl" left me in tears. He offered me a couple of tissues to dry out my dampened cheeks.
I left Tehran in the snow.
Actually, come to think of it long gone are the days when travelling with two pieces of luggage was normal.
Let me divert my thoughts into a reflection of a tale I once heard. How the effect others around us could have in our lives and how we come to deal with situations at different times.
The story, if I remember correctly, is a tale by Rumi, another grand Persian poet and philosopher. It goes...
A 'dervish'; a man of spiritual thoughts and deeds with a particular wisdom, walked his way through deserts, to stop in the villages he passed through to take refuge for rest and food.
He carried a sack at the end of a wooden stick on his shoulder (the old way of carrying a rucksack) with all his possessions.
Arriving at the first visible village on site, he asked a passerby: "Who lives in this castle with the vast, surrounding wall?"
He was escorted to the castle, to be greeted by the mayor; the rich owner.
The mayor kindly showed him to a room, to freshen up and meet him for dinner at his convenience.
The dervish joined his host later, in a grand room and sat on the carpet, covered by cushions and the lavish surround of colourful fabrics.
The dervish found it necessary to point out his views to the mayor, of his worldly wisdom.
As they sat at dinner, he expressed himself in these words: "Wouldn't you say that richness comes with a detachment of materialistic goods? Of letting go of possessions?"
The mayor listened. However, before he could defend himself, there came the news of a fire starting in the far wing of the palace and everyone was told to evacuate the grounds immediately.
As the mayor stood up to get hold of the dervish's arm and lead him to the way out, the dervish stopped him, in order to go and fetch his sack, his only possession.
At this moment, the mayor pointed out: "You see my good man... I'm willing to leave my castle and all its goods in order to save my life and the life of my fellowmen. And you... You are entangled in the thought of saving your sack; your only worldly goods. It's not what you have but how attached you actually are to it."
The dervish reflected on his actions and apologised to the mayor for his misjudgement.
It is not what we have but how we deal with it that matters most.
So good to be back home in London in the solitude of my thoughts and freedom of being,
surrounded by loving, welcoming friends
Romance? Haha... Is it my age or the feeling of falling madly in love, has become a thing of the past? Guess this is a personal choice.
Let me divert my thoughts into a reflection of a tale I once heard. How the effect others around us could have in our lives and how we come to deal with situations at different times.
The story, if I remember correctly, is a tale by Rumi, another grand Persian poet and philosopher. It goes...
A 'dervish'; a man of spiritual thoughts and deeds with a particular wisdom, walked his way through deserts, to stop in the villages he passed through to take refuge for rest and food.
He carried a sack at the end of a wooden stick on his shoulder (the old way of carrying a rucksack) with all his possessions.
Arriving at the first visible village on site, he asked a passerby: "Who lives in this castle with the vast, surrounding wall?"
He was escorted to the castle, to be greeted by the mayor; the rich owner.
The mayor kindly showed him to a room, to freshen up and meet him for dinner at his convenience.
The dervish joined his host later, in a grand room and sat on the carpet, covered by cushions and the lavish surround of colourful fabrics.
The dervish found it necessary to point out his views to the mayor, of his worldly wisdom.
As they sat at dinner, he expressed himself in these words: "Wouldn't you say that richness comes with a detachment of materialistic goods? Of letting go of possessions?"
The mayor listened. However, before he could defend himself, there came the news of a fire starting in the far wing of the palace and everyone was told to evacuate the grounds immediately.
As the mayor stood up to get hold of the dervish's arm and lead him to the way out, the dervish stopped him, in order to go and fetch his sack, his only possession.
At this moment, the mayor pointed out: "You see my good man... I'm willing to leave my castle and all its goods in order to save my life and the life of my fellowmen. And you... You are entangled in the thought of saving your sack; your only worldly goods. It's not what you have but how attached you actually are to it."
The dervish reflected on his actions and apologised to the mayor for his misjudgement.
It is not what we have but how we deal with it that matters most.
So good to be back home in London in the solitude of my thoughts and freedom of being,
surrounded by loving, welcoming friends
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