Little Things #3: Lost My Sparkle

Last week was a tough week for me.

Had a lot on my mind, a few challenges that had to be dealt with, and on top of it all, I had been travelling quite a bit, and I was probably quite homesick.

And someone noticed.

I had lost my usual sparkle.

I had not expected anyone to notice.

And it was sweet that someone cared enough to say something and ask me about it.

It’s little things like this that make a huge difference to someone.

When someone messages you and asks, “is everything ok?”

When someone makes an effort to make you laugh at the end of a tough day.

When someone suggests watching a funny movie to change your mood.

When someone just cares enough to do something about it.

I think I got my sparkle back this week.

Thank you for caring enough.

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Calendar Meditations

I spend a lot of time staring at my calendar.

The calendar on my wall.

On my phone.

On my iPad.

On my computer screen.

Sometimes this brings me a sense of calm.

It allows me to see how my life will pan out in the coming days, weeks and months.

Sometimes this brings a slight panic that starts to well up deep inside.

It shows me how my life might or might not be in the coming days, weeks and months.

So I remind myself.

Manage what is within your control.

The rest, let it go.

All that and more, goes on in my mind when you see me staring at my calendar.

Words

About words…

Most of Love is Lost

I have been practising the Four Agreements since the start of this year.

And I have not been very successful at all.

Not even with the First Agreement: Be Impeccable with Your Word.

It is much harder than I imagined.

The first doodle of 2018 is inspired by Don Miguel Ruiz’s book, The Four Agreements.

And of course, the greatest poet philosopher, Khalil Gibran.

And, my failures and mistakes.

Conundrum

We listen to seek understanding.

Or at least we try to.

Yet it is not often easy.

But definitely worth it.

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Clueless

There are times when I am just walking down the street, minding my own business when suddenly I am struck by cluelessness.

As if everyone in the world knows what they are doing and why, and I am the only soul here who is entirely clueless.

Then I look around and think again.

Perhaps everyone else is as clueless as I am. And it’s OK.

No need to panic.

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A Thousand Oceans

Your eyes carry the weight of a thousand oceans

and the echo of the universe

I promise you…

That you will be happy again.

~ My Persian Poet ~

I have written these words down where I can see them everyday.

Books

I went to the bookstore again today.

Came home with three books.

My purpose there was not just to purchase books.

I also went to have a coffee today.

Drank a lovely little cup of coffee.

My purpose there was not just to drink coffee.

I went and did a bunch of things today.

Accomplished several tasks and errands.

But my purpose was not to complete tasks and run errands.

I failed…

I failed to see your pain.
I was too busy with my own.

I failed to feel your struggle.
I was too busy with my own.

I failed to see things through your eyes.
I was too busy with my own.

I failed to understand you.
I was too busy trying to understand myself.