Some I love yous are too complicated…

Perhaps I have not learnt to appreciate certain styles of poetry, I find it personal and very subjective when it comes to sharing poetry.

Either you love it or you don’t, or perhaps you just don’t get it.

It’s similar to saying I love you, either the feeling is reciprocated, or not, or perhaps you just don’t get it.

Similar to songs.

You love it, get it and appreciate it.

Or it simply makes no sense to you.

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To the rescue…

It’s not so much a princess fantasy, but more from concern that my little dog would be left completely helpless…

I have a fear of dying from my asthma attacks.

So I am thankful that I have friends who check on me regularly, and they are committed to breaking down my front door if the time comes (well, they would have my spare keys, but let’s make it a big more dramatic) so that they can rescue my dog, and perhaps me too, if it isn’t already too late.

This is not meant to be morbid. It’s meant to be appreciative.

I feel very special to have people who would do that for me.

And I am glad I can have conversations like this with them.

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.

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.