As deliciously as one damn pleases to... That is my answer.
One week ends well, and another weekend begins! haha
Now, before going to the end, let's start from the beginning of the week...
Tuesday started with an inspiring note: La La La... After a little strolling around the flat, packing for my one-night stay at Carmelita's in Brighton, I managed to leave home after midday. Sat nav was playing up to start, and after all these years of driving, I still managed the longer route to get to the motorway, while chatting to Shiba on the hands-free.
It was one and a half years since our last meeting which only lasted half a day. We met through a mutual friend in Ibiza after both our separations and hit it off immediately with laughter, and now, she has moved to Brighton! How splendid. Every effort to see her a weekend since August had failed, so I decided to go during the week. Lunch at a local Thai, followed by hours of talking back at her home. She made us the most delicious Spanish omelette I have ever tasted. Another great friend with excellent culinary skills! Lucky, hey?
We talked about life's experiences and how far we have come in finding peace and joy, making the most of what life offers and standing strong no matter what comes our way. These talks with like-minded friends help me learn more about the importance of positive thinking, setting our minds free of crap and keeping on looking into a brighter future, and it will come just as you envision it and want it bad enough to make it happen.
They are spiritual experiences. There is no gossip whatsoever; simply helping one another see a new light of love and happiness... Inner peace.
Like most of us, Carmelita had gone through family life, which ended in separation, divorce and a lifestyle change (one way or another). She has made a courageous step in leaving her home, moving to England and finding a new path in her life. How can we expect change if we do not change our ways?
We laughed helplessly at my mad stories and Aaaahh-ed at the story of a new love in her life. She met a man called Ronaldo many years ago in just 3 hours of talking, before being married. Now, decades later, he is back in her life. He found her by some bizarre incident through her home mobile number and rang two weeks before she cut off that number to move to the UK. He has been in a free prison in Scandinavia for tax evasion and is claiming innocence. Ronaldo called her while we were at dinner, and the excitement in my friend glowed through her eyes as she left the room to talk to him privately. Life can be full of surprises only when we are open to them. There was no chance they would have been in touch had he waited two weeks longer to call.
Remember the saying above my bed?
'I wake up every morning, knowing something wonderful will happen'.
I wrote it on a sticky note and handed it to Carmelita before leaving her in Brighton on Wednesday.
By Thursday, I could feel a cold creeping up through my head! Damn.
The sun was out, spring was in the air (in Feb!), and I could not possibly face a pilates class indoors. Instead, met up with Silas for a stroll around Battersea Park on that glorious day.
One week ends well, and another weekend begins! haha
Now, before going to the end, let's start from the beginning of the week...
Tuesday started with an inspiring note: La La La... After a little strolling around the flat, packing for my one-night stay at Carmelita's in Brighton, I managed to leave home after midday. Sat nav was playing up to start, and after all these years of driving, I still managed the longer route to get to the motorway, while chatting to Shiba on the hands-free.
It was one and a half years since our last meeting which only lasted half a day. We met through a mutual friend in Ibiza after both our separations and hit it off immediately with laughter, and now, she has moved to Brighton! How splendid. Every effort to see her a weekend since August had failed, so I decided to go during the week. Lunch at a local Thai, followed by hours of talking back at her home. She made us the most delicious Spanish omelette I have ever tasted. Another great friend with excellent culinary skills! Lucky, hey?
We talked about life's experiences and how far we have come in finding peace and joy, making the most of what life offers and standing strong no matter what comes our way. These talks with like-minded friends help me learn more about the importance of positive thinking, setting our minds free of crap and keeping on looking into a brighter future, and it will come just as you envision it and want it bad enough to make it happen.
They are spiritual experiences. There is no gossip whatsoever; simply helping one another see a new light of love and happiness... Inner peace.
Like most of us, Carmelita had gone through family life, which ended in separation, divorce and a lifestyle change (one way or another). She has made a courageous step in leaving her home, moving to England and finding a new path in her life. How can we expect change if we do not change our ways?
We laughed helplessly at my mad stories and Aaaahh-ed at the story of a new love in her life. She met a man called Ronaldo many years ago in just 3 hours of talking, before being married. Now, decades later, he is back in her life. He found her by some bizarre incident through her home mobile number and rang two weeks before she cut off that number to move to the UK. He has been in a free prison in Scandinavia for tax evasion and is claiming innocence. Ronaldo called her while we were at dinner, and the excitement in my friend glowed through her eyes as she left the room to talk to him privately. Life can be full of surprises only when we are open to them. There was no chance they would have been in touch had he waited two weeks longer to call.
Remember the saying above my bed?
'I wake up every morning, knowing something wonderful will happen'.
I wrote it on a sticky note and handed it to Carmelita before leaving her in Brighton on Wednesday.
By Thursday, I could feel a cold creeping up through my head! Damn.
The sun was out, spring was in the air (in Feb!), and I could not possibly face a pilates class indoors. Instead, met up with Silas for a stroll around Battersea Park on that glorious day.
Children feeding ducks with a priceless smile
Swans lying in all majesty
On a water so still, yet so dark as the sky at night
Ducklings wiggling their butts
The heat of the sun brings warmth to the air
The boat of joy floating in the atmosphere
Is it just me? Or is everyone feeling happy?
What a surreal world I've created all around
To make your own, there's no impossible.
'Simple thoughts going through my mind.'
Anyway, where was I? My drifted mind.
It was an absolute pleasure meeting Silas. We talked right through the afternoon until dinner. He is another kindred soul.
Friday was a bad cold day! Had to rest, finally.
Then came the weekend. As though I don't go out during the week!!! haha
Dylan drove to pick me up for a very late lunch at 8 over 8, accompanied by his good pal. It was a delightful lunch, and they dropped me home to prepare for my 6pm rendezvous. 'What? Another one?' You may ask. The answer is... Yep.
My time is short, even if I live up to 90, there is no time to waste. Well, that's my excuse.
This time round, I was meeting a sex therapist called Aiden at a Church in the street! Quite a rendezvous. As none of us had any confessions, we decided to head to my place for a bottle of rosé Laurent-Perrier. Think the chemistry had sparkled through the first instant our eyes met. He was tall and grey-haired, and warmth flew through his sweet smile. Well, it was adorable. We talked... Well, I spoke most of the time, but then, as Aiden remarked, he was used to listening and every time I asked him to stop me jabbering on, he would gently tell me how he enjoyed my stories. And so I carried on...
The hours flew by like a fairy tale, and before we knew it, midnight struck!
My dear housemate in Bali, Annie, was visiting London, and she had texted me the previous night to say she was going to Fabric on Saturday. So, as Cinderellas went home at midnight, I had to get ready and go out. After 1am, I drove to Fabric to find Annie and some of my buddies with whom I party. They are some of the most incredible bunch of dudes I am blessed to know. As I got introduced to more new faces, Ravel, who must have seen me being hugged and kissed by so many friends at different tables, said:
"I know we've just met Haldita, but I see how everyone here knows you and respects you. Now, that's very important."
His words almost brought tears to my eyes. Actually, the light pink t-shirt I chose to wear that evening read:
L O V E D
Swans lying in all majesty
On a water so still, yet so dark as the sky at night
Ducklings wiggling their butts
The heat of the sun brings warmth to the air
The boat of joy floating in the atmosphere
Is it just me? Or is everyone feeling happy?
What a surreal world I've created all around
To make your own, there's no impossible.
'Simple thoughts going through my mind.'
Anyway, where was I? My drifted mind.
It was an absolute pleasure meeting Silas. We talked right through the afternoon until dinner. He is another kindred soul.
Friday was a bad cold day! Had to rest, finally.
Then came the weekend. As though I don't go out during the week!!! haha
Dylan drove to pick me up for a very late lunch at 8 over 8, accompanied by his good pal. It was a delightful lunch, and they dropped me home to prepare for my 6pm rendezvous. 'What? Another one?' You may ask. The answer is... Yep.
My time is short, even if I live up to 90, there is no time to waste. Well, that's my excuse.
This time round, I was meeting a sex therapist called Aiden at a Church in the street! Quite a rendezvous. As none of us had any confessions, we decided to head to my place for a bottle of rosé Laurent-Perrier. Think the chemistry had sparkled through the first instant our eyes met. He was tall and grey-haired, and warmth flew through his sweet smile. Well, it was adorable. We talked... Well, I spoke most of the time, but then, as Aiden remarked, he was used to listening and every time I asked him to stop me jabbering on, he would gently tell me how he enjoyed my stories. And so I carried on...
The hours flew by like a fairy tale, and before we knew it, midnight struck!
My dear housemate in Bali, Annie, was visiting London, and she had texted me the previous night to say she was going to Fabric on Saturday. So, as Cinderellas went home at midnight, I had to get ready and go out. After 1am, I drove to Fabric to find Annie and some of my buddies with whom I party. They are some of the most incredible bunch of dudes I am blessed to know. As I got introduced to more new faces, Ravel, who must have seen me being hugged and kissed by so many friends at different tables, said:
"I know we've just met Haldita, but I see how everyone here knows you and respects you. Now, that's very important."
His words almost brought tears to my eyes. Actually, the light pink t-shirt I chose to wear that evening read:
L O V E D
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