Harvest Moon

My love.

I’d like to add one thing to our list.

Let’s slow dance to this Neil Young song.
“Harvest Moon”

Come a little bit closer

Hear what I have to say

Just like children sleeping

We could dream this night away

But there’s a full moon rising

Let’s go dancing in the light

We know where the music’s playing

Let’s go out and feel the night 

Because I’m still in love with you

On this harvest moon

When we were strangers

I watched you from afar

When we were lovers

I loved you with all my heart

But now it’s getting late

And the moon is climbing high

I want to celebrate

See it shining in your eye

Because I’m still in love with you

On this harvest moon

A long distance reminder

Yesterday I reconnected with a dear friend in Italy.

We met when we were very young, in a magical castle in Wales.

Now we are mothers, entrepreneurs, businesswomen and still great friends.

She reminded me of why and how I started this blog and these drawings.

I am not only thankful for her friendship, but also for her reminder that our small actions may have great impact on others.

This post is for you Laura, thank you. 

Darkness vs Black Hole

Sundays are tough for people who are sad.

It is the one day before the week starts again.

It is the day you feel obliged to make the most of.

It is the day when the world expects you to be happy.

And yet, it is often the saddest day of the week for you when you are sad.

Sadness need not be a black hole that swallows you and everything that goes with it.

Sadness is darkness.

All it takes is a match, a torch, or a lone star to light your way back.

I love the darkness for it shows me the stars. And the moon.

I hope this makes you smile in your darkness too, if you are having a particularly sad Sunday.

I’d choose you

(The moment that Santiago meets Fatima in “The Alchemist”)
Because, when you know that language, it’s easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it’s in the middle of the desert or in some great city.

And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant.

There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for everyone person in the world.

Without such love, one’s dreams would have no meaning. 

“Maktub”, thought the boy.

~ The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho

And in your words, two parts of a loving whole, two hearts and a single soul.

What’s your word?

Last week I posted my daughter’s word for her 2017 – shine.

Then my friend Fen commented that her word for 2017 is “kindness”.

So here is a doodle for Fen, and everyone else who would like to make kindness a daily habit, a way of life, and their religion.

Good Morning

All they had left were a few simple words.

A few simple words were all that they needed.

Noise and Peace

Sometimes the noisiest places can offer the most peace.

Tonight I managed to work quietly on my own in a blues bar blasting Eric Clapton.

I hope you managed to find peace in this noise.

Not So Little Things…(with a longish story attached)

Last week I was thankful for tiny little things like jalapeños.

This week I’d like to appreciate my washing machine.

Not just for washing my clothes, but for reminding me to “do all things with love”.

There’s a story behind this.

There was a time when I was one miserable human being who felt that she had no purpose in life.

I was always tired and had very little motivation to do anything at all.

And like a lot of lost souls, I tried to find solace in whatever was available.

Books, books and more books.

Then I became desperate, realising that I was not getting any answers out of books.

One day a friend suggested that I go and check out a “Wellness Centre” that had everything from yoga, tarot cards to spiritual healing. I was willing to give anything a try, even Ouja Boards if they had some. Problem was, I didn’t have any spare cash to spend on something I considered “frivoulous”.

I went anyway. There were different people who had set up different stalls and corners offering art therapy and various types of readings. I kept a distance, close enough to be nosey and far enough that I did not make eye contact with anyone.

“Hello!”

The voice and tone sounded so warm and familiar that it made me stop and turn around.

It was an older lady behind a table covered with dozens of small vials of what I could only describe as coloured liquid. The moment I turned around she handed me a small basket and said, “Pick three!”

“I can’t afford this.”

“It’s OK, you need this. It’s free.” 

My logical mind was convinced that this sweet older lady with a German accent wanted to swindle me, but my emotional mind was so sad and desperate that when she said “you need this” I agreed wholeheartedly.

I don’t remember what bottles I chose and what their meanings were, but I just remember the lady telling me that I had one purpose here on earth – to learn to love. 

It scared me that she told me something that I had been struggling to figure out, but my logical mind of course wanted to challenge that.

“And how do I that?”

“Simple. Do all things with love. For example, when you do the laundry, do it with love. Fold your child’s clothes with love and appreciate how lovely it is to have a small child and to be able to give her clean clothes to wear.”

“I appreciate having a washing machine too, I don’t need to wash everything by hand.”

“Exactly! Just do this, and watch how everything changes. Your happiness will come when you learn to love.”

I went home that day and did what she suggested. It was not an instant fix. I am still learning to “do all things with love” and there are days when I have doubts, but I know that happiness is no longer elusive and my happiest moments are always the ones when I am doing things with love.

And that is why, I appreciate my washing machine. 

  
P.S. I never got a chance to thank this older lady for what she has given me. A chance and a way to find happiness. So every chance I have to share this with someone who’d listen, I see it as a way to pay her back for all the happiness that has come my way.

Thank you.

A Life So Luminously Connected – A Magical Encounter

Earlier this month I went to New Zealand to celebrate my daughter’s 21st birthday. On the day of my arrival, I met her flatmates, Eilish and Amelia.  Amelia thought I looked/ seemed familiar but could not figure out why. During … Continue reading

Small Things

It’s a good day to be thankful for those small things in life.

I am not talking about a tiny wild flower, or a smile from a child.

I’d like to be thankful for jalapeños.

Those tiny green spicy bombs that make your mouth explode and your eyes cry.

How do you like your jalapeños?

Do you like them at all?