Thursday, 14 September 2017

Let's dream on...

Do you recall returning to your childhood and all your dreams about 'who you wanted to be when you 'grow up'? I wanted to be a ballerina with a ponytail tied in a bundle and a frilly layered tulle skirt, all in pale pink, yet I never attended one ballet class! But when my mother played the piano, I used to dance, imagining I was one, leaping from one side of our living room to the other on the magic Persian rug beneath my feet. 
Life must have been good; there was no care in the world.

As I grew up at school, the thought of teaching grasped my attention, but that was short-lived. An array of school kids making far too much noise. Nah. As a teenager, my pledge to become a great drama actor to my mother failed miserably; she said: 
"Your father will not hear of it!"
Years later, something awoke when my mother took me to see the musical Evita on stage at a London theatre. Evita is based on the life story of Eva Perõn, who founded the Eva Perõn Charitable Foundation and the Female Peronist Party and was called the Spiritual leader of the nation of Argentina. What struck me most about this grand lady was her spirit of doing good and helping those in need as a true humanitarian. 

Back then, the news kept disappointing, and you couldn't escape it without access to social media. Whenever I feel stuck, or life is not giving me the kick I need, I know it is time for a change. My future could not be more unknown now, which excites me immensely. I let go of fear long ago, and meditation helps me reach my goals. It helps me think clearly and with purpose.

I have done my share of travelling, having visited 64 countries. The number is somewhat irrelevant, but the memories from each experience have widened my views on how each culture dominates specific thoughts and beliefs and the power we possess to change all that. Although society quickly leaves us out of touch with reality in this robotic age, we must fight back by growing Love and compassion within. 

What is the reality? The reality is Love. 
Begin with yourself. Look at yourself in a mirror and smile. Smile more and start to think of the good in you. Spoil yourself rotten with the idea. This is a Selfie made for your eyes only. Speak to your inner child, who suffered and smile at that innocence you felt within. I recall going through this process at therapy sessions. I cried wholeheartedly every time my young self passed through the window of my thoughts. But in time, I came to peace with her and hand in hand, we became one happy woman. Think big, but remember, karma has a way of biting back. The marks will bleed, whether you believe in it or not. What you wish for will come back to you, eventually. Wish well.

Now, the world wasn't anything like the state or mess it was in when I was growing up. The future seemed bright, and the fear of wars, global warming and significant diseases was rare. People generally lived in hope. Then again, I was a child over half a century ago. The world was at peace, relatively. My world, for sure. Yet, there always has been suffering everywhere. In my 'privileged' world then, I had the chance to experience childhood as we imagine it; so free on so many levels, yet bounded by respect. The discipline of an English boarding school shaped me with tools; as harsh as they may have seemed at the time, being away from my loving family certainly helped in my character-building for the future to behold. 

The only way to stay positive is to hold on to hope, as if life depended on it. The way to feel hope is through gratitude. You stop moaning when you notice the things you could be thankful for instead of what you don't have. Begin by seeing beauty in nature as you pass by a garden or a park, in a painting or a person as you look into their eyes. Awareness is the key to making changes. Refrain from fooling yourself into believing what is not.

Going back to the image Evita left in me, which flew out of my mind on the pages here after decades, I have had deep thoughts about my future. I will take a leap, not quite as a ballerina but more like a lover of humankind, to the future that awaits, with eagerness. I am selling my apartment, downsizing as the new term goes, and travelling, this time on a mission to see how I can help anyone, anywhere.  

I have been travelling nonstop, on long hauls, the last... Could it be seven months? Mmm... Seven years? Oh no, fifteen years? Forever. I have learned that you can connect to people with a wholehearted smile and a simple hello. There is so much good in people, and when you learn to put down your guard and speak to everyone in the same manner, you will notice it right away. No one is above me, and no one is below me. I could be you as you could be me. 
So be nice. 
Travellers who are open to this attitude always have the best time en route.


The poet in me awakens - Our Planet.

The light of the day is soon to diminish behind the darkness,
The sun giveth way to a moon yet to mature, in the infinity of its surroundings.
I can hear a bird from a neighbouring garden singing to its heart's delight,
While my thoughts wander mysteriously into the still of the night.

The enigma of my thoughts tonight diverts towards human cruelty,
We are shamelessly destroying our planet with obscure brutality.
Yet, little do those know how nature has its ways of defending itself, 
What it's been denied, this could not have a happy ending.


Have you tried eating a pomegranate without having your top covered in red dots?! 
These are random thoughts.

@halditanotes 




Saturday, 2 September 2017

It is, what it is. Simple

I am sitting on my turquoise velvety sofa, resting my tired back against a cushion, print of women in colourful dresses, each standing on the edge of a window sill with their arms up in victory, dated to the sixties in New York City. My mind is scattered all over the place. It is exciting. I am typing everything and anything that comes to mind. 
How amazing it feels to let go? Be like a child. Say what you like. Act as you please.

Where am I in life? In the same place, I have been writing this blog all along, a place of bliss, taking good as evil, up as down, and getting closer to a place I have dreamt of being. I could share the times I questioned every single aspect of every situation. But in the end, I know... It is what it is. Either accept and do something about it or sink in that over-and-over questioning. Why change? Because you are worth it.

In an age where most have lost touch with reality, everyone is mocking the age of selfies, yet we all have a few hidden ones on our phones. Some like to exploit it, and others prefer to keep it private. But doesn't this rule apply to so many actions we all take? It's OK if I do it, but it's good if someone else has a go. Why is there a need to put anyone down? Why can't we help each other lift up our moods instead?

I open my arms to the adventures that await
Everything falls into place, like a rope with a bait
Seduced by the desire to feed that hungry need
It is food for thought as to a bird, a seed. 

Embrace the purity of the child within
Keep to that innocence with teeth and chin.
Close your eyes, let the opulent scent of jasmine
Take you to places you have never been.

As for my absence on the blog, globe-trotting would have made Marco Polo proud! Haha
Do you think life is all rosy for a moment, or is it easy for me to be happy? Oh no. I simply worked hard to open up my mind and my thoughts. Freeing myself of all past hurts, letting go of fear. 'Learning the tools to live more peacefully,' as I told my new pilates reformer friend, 'only gives you an open mind to think and make choices. Shit happens everywhere. With the tools, you simply make the stink more bearable'. 

So, along my travels, Goa is a destination where I feel totally lost in a place as close to paradise as can be. Avoiding the tourist areas, there is a village up North where the meaning of a melting pot makes sense. Almost everyone you meet is from a different part of the world, all gathered in a place you are not judged but accepted as you are. The values are not based on your posh address or your bank account. Living in big cities, it is easy to lose touch with the reality of what this is all about; our time on earth. 
Meeting people on their own journey is an exchange of thoughts and ideas through delicious Indian curries and laughter. The music scene of DJs' appearances in Saturday night markets or open-air bars facing the Arabian Sea with the moon shining above is breathtaking. Great smoke, and no one bothers you. 
I get lost in Goa, into the simplicity of how extraordinary life is and how everyone matters. I even love the cows appearing on specific beaches and chilling under the sun—people-watching! 

We are guests here
Life is dear
Death may be near
Listen to your heart, hear
Give thanks and cheer
For life moves in gear
Heart through conscience sear
Let go of all fear 
For life is Dear. 


Oh, it's so good to write again.
If you are reading this, I love you for it.