Finally, I have surpassed my writing block! You know, it comes and goes. Let's see.
Gosh. It has been too long since I was on here. But I have gathered enough experiences to be ready to share again.
Here is a mild start...
So, after a series of miss-haps, in the name of a TIA or a mini-stroke and ear blockage, which resulted in me being carried by ambulance to the A&E for the second time, life presented a new meaning to me. A trip I was planning in November 2019 was delayed due to health issues, and the decision to stay home in London was inevitable.
You know, when you are truly grateful as I am every second of the day, you manage to figure shit out! As John Lennon finely quoted: "Everything will be okay in the end; if it's not okay, it's not the end." And goodness, it was only months ago that I celebrated my 60th birthday at my favourite London spot, Fabric Club, at a rave. I couldn't wait to announce my new, delicious, ripened age to everyone by singing, "I'm sixty, and I know it!" If I can help it, I ain't going nowhere on a galaxy visit so soon. Haha
After numerous blood tests, from one doctor or specialist's visit to another, seeing a healer or two, an osteo craniosacral and ending up in an alternative clinic, the moral of the story I figured out was... my issue was not about Ecstasy or weed, I do know my limits, but it was bloody SUGAR! Can you believe it? It was sugar and any food that turns into sugar in the blood, as in white flour, fried food, sugar, of course, and alcohol, which I only drank socially and not often. I am usually the girl with a bottle or glass of water.
I saw a naturopath who presented me with a healthy diet and supplements, listened to the advice of my new friend, the craniosacral therapist, and took a five-week holiday to Goa, India, at the end of January. My sis Hala joined me at our favourite winter spot, and we spent four weeks together in harmony, gratitude and joy. I shut the world outside and all its noise off like a switch and concentrated on my well-being and observing beauty in the simplicity of life. It is as close a state as one can get to Bliss.
Joined by friends, men and women from all corners of the world, our usual yearly gathering with friends we had made since we began going brought all the magic. This was our fifth year to go back and boost our physical and mental system in the unquestionable flow of life that happens in Goa. Let go and let it be. Fabulous.
The five weeks are over, and I am back in London. I must add rain and grey London, which resembles the holiday blues. So, to cheer myself up, after my boxing session with the trainer, I drove to Richmond Park for a rendezvous in the restaurant set amongst the lush greenery with a slightly older, charming Englishman. Oh! And good-looking, too! We hit it off immediately and started chatting like two old friends in the busy restaurant. Our afternoon conversation was sweetened by some sophisticated flirting! Mmmm... Grey skies and the pouring rain soon turned into noticing the spring pink flowers planted under the sash window where our table sat. The day sure brightened up, or was it the date?
Listen, if you don't brighten your day, no one else will do it for you. Stop listening to the news and reading about Corona and this and that. Politics sucks! Find something that makes you happy. Watch a comedy. Read an uplifting article. Make love. Make peace. And always be kind.
I am back! And there will be loads of leanings and fabulous stories to share... soon.
Gosh. It has been too long since I was on here. But I have gathered enough experiences to be ready to share again.
Here is a mild start...
So, after a series of miss-haps, in the name of a TIA or a mini-stroke and ear blockage, which resulted in me being carried by ambulance to the A&E for the second time, life presented a new meaning to me. A trip I was planning in November 2019 was delayed due to health issues, and the decision to stay home in London was inevitable.
You know, when you are truly grateful as I am every second of the day, you manage to figure shit out! As John Lennon finely quoted: "Everything will be okay in the end; if it's not okay, it's not the end." And goodness, it was only months ago that I celebrated my 60th birthday at my favourite London spot, Fabric Club, at a rave. I couldn't wait to announce my new, delicious, ripened age to everyone by singing, "I'm sixty, and I know it!" If I can help it, I ain't going nowhere on a galaxy visit so soon. Haha
After numerous blood tests, from one doctor or specialist's visit to another, seeing a healer or two, an osteo craniosacral and ending up in an alternative clinic, the moral of the story I figured out was... my issue was not about Ecstasy or weed, I do know my limits, but it was bloody SUGAR! Can you believe it? It was sugar and any food that turns into sugar in the blood, as in white flour, fried food, sugar, of course, and alcohol, which I only drank socially and not often. I am usually the girl with a bottle or glass of water.
I saw a naturopath who presented me with a healthy diet and supplements, listened to the advice of my new friend, the craniosacral therapist, and took a five-week holiday to Goa, India, at the end of January. My sis Hala joined me at our favourite winter spot, and we spent four weeks together in harmony, gratitude and joy. I shut the world outside and all its noise off like a switch and concentrated on my well-being and observing beauty in the simplicity of life. It is as close a state as one can get to Bliss.
Joined by friends, men and women from all corners of the world, our usual yearly gathering with friends we had made since we began going brought all the magic. This was our fifth year to go back and boost our physical and mental system in the unquestionable flow of life that happens in Goa. Let go and let it be. Fabulous.
The five weeks are over, and I am back in London. I must add rain and grey London, which resembles the holiday blues. So, to cheer myself up, after my boxing session with the trainer, I drove to Richmond Park for a rendezvous in the restaurant set amongst the lush greenery with a slightly older, charming Englishman. Oh! And good-looking, too! We hit it off immediately and started chatting like two old friends in the busy restaurant. Our afternoon conversation was sweetened by some sophisticated flirting! Mmmm... Grey skies and the pouring rain soon turned into noticing the spring pink flowers planted under the sash window where our table sat. The day sure brightened up, or was it the date?
Listen, if you don't brighten your day, no one else will do it for you. Stop listening to the news and reading about Corona and this and that. Politics sucks! Find something that makes you happy. Watch a comedy. Read an uplifting article. Make love. Make peace. And always be kind.
I am back! And there will be loads of leanings and fabulous stories to share... soon.
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