Archive | travel RSS for this section

Hello?

Hello? Were you even listening to my story?

Of course I was.


Well… You didn’t say anything.


WELL… I was absorbing & processing what you just told me…
But that was a pretty loaded question: Were you EVEN listening?


It wasn’t loaded.

It was insinuating that I don’t listen to you. When do I ever not listen to you? I was remembering the last time you mentioned “this topic” and recalling what you had said about “this topic” and then thought how it connects to what you just said about “this topic”  so that’s why I didn’t respond instantaneously.


Oh. Ok.


You seem to be forgetting who I am. I’m not your ex who never listened to you. I’m not the girl who ignored you, underappreciated and undervalued your worth and your words.


So please, next time, BEFORE you revert to a defensive automated response, remember who you’ve grown to know as ME.

And don’t insult me by assuming I’m the one who came before, that just shows up your insecurities.

Cause I’m not that girl and I’ve never been that girl to you ~ so don’t be like all those other guys who came before you, who were left shocked and dismayed when I walked away from them … for thinking that I suddenly dropped my pride when I started falling in love.

I’m proud of who I am and I’m proud of my heart and I’ll be damned to be confused with your ex-unsatisfying-and-unsuccessful relationship.


Yes ~ I am always listening…
But it seems YOU haven’t been.

A Father’s Day.

 One-day I want kids

And I want those kids to have a dad who’s their hero
I want him to be my hero too

Not in the sense of needing to be saved in any way
But wanting someone who always would be able to
And ultimately someone who is looked up to, adored and trusted completely

One-day I do want kids
And I want them to have parents who are so in love with eachother they say it’s gross but on the inside feel such security and love

I want mother’s day and father’s day to be celebrated equally.
I want to celebrate that I created a family and chose for my babies, the best dad.

I want nothing less than that.
A hero or nothing at all.
Everyday.
Forever.
Universe hear me.

Let it what?

 It’s been a pretty universal “go to” phrase for about 2 years now. When things go wrong, when we are confronted with harsh realities or impressions we don’t want to face. When we want to climb over and sneak around an issue ~ the advice we are given and even, often, try giving ourselves & others is “let it go”

Oh… just let it go. 

Sounds simple to some ~ impossible to others but in my personal and witnessed experience, completely ineffective & therefore, self-defeating.

We’ve got it all wrong.

Let it go ~ How one’s meant to do this has always boggled my mind. I mean, surely if I had the choice of something affecting me mentally, emotionally, subconsciously I would choose for it not to. If we were robots we would of course push the OFF button. It’s neither choice nor mechanical programming which allows us to release what no longer served us.

We’ve got it all kinds of wrong.

Magically detaching from something that’s hurt, dissapointed, angered or broken you isn’t an option.

Asking yourself or advising someone to simply let this go is a recipe for resistance and frustration… and, well, failure. 

What you resist, persists. 
What you fight off or suppress ultimately comes back with gathered momentum and avengence. You can’t let something go that’s holding onto YOU in return.

Where did this wisely-stupidly-ill-informed phrase come from?

Fear. We fear going there. We fear sitting with unpleasant feelings and an unsettled mind. We think that if we talk ourselves or others into LETTING something GO it will ease up. When what we actually need to be told is to go through it.

Let it be.
A simple change of verb.

Let it be. 

Don’t be scared to process what you’re struggling with.

Yes … I do understand that sounds like a scarier method but if you realise that everything is temporary, everything is always changing, you’ll recognise that owning where you are and allowing yourself to be there, knowing it won’t always be this way, that it will pass through you ~ that’s a release in itself. You won’t feel this way forever.

Unless you resist it.

This goes for everything. Your joys and sorrows. Practising the art of stillness when we want to race through our suffering and pop up on the other other side, ideally, unscathed.

This is the journey of our souls growth and development. It takes us down as well as up, demands that we face, even embrace, pain and darkness as well as joy and light.

LETTING IT BE trains us to use whatever comes up and wherever we find ourselves as occasions for inquiry, for opening, for growing in strength and wisdom, and for walking (not running or dodging) our own path.

IMG_20170409_115028_641

Like a butterfly landing on your hand,… how long will it stay? No one knows. But you know it will lift off when it’s ready, when it’s given you the message it needed to give you and when you’ve opened up to receive it. 

What you do know is that it’ll be gone before you know it.

So, for now ~  Appreciate this moment for whatever it is and…

Let it be.

dancing on my own.

It all started at Bride&co one Friday afternoon, where “always a bridesmaid, never a bride” syndrome took the reigns…

I was having a fitting for one of my oldest friends weddings and at the same time supporting an old student in a wedding dress hunt.

She wanted my advice and asked me which dress I would choose.
I looked around at the rails and rails of mass produced shiney meringues ~

“HONESTLY? I wouldn’t take any of these FOR FREE”

As I said that, I caught a glimpse of lace and in all it’s simplicity was drawn to the single unimbelished dress in a fish-tail design which just so happened to be too beautiful for words, and a size 12, perfect for my pretty Libyan student. It fit her like a glove. I watched her whirl and swirl. In MY dress.

It didn’t take long before I hung up the bridesmaids dresses and snuck into the changeroom, with the lace gown, true “bridesmaid gone rogue” style and slipped it on…

Holding it tightly behind me to make it fit my size 8 frame, I walked out into the viewing room. My student’s jaw dropped (probably innitially horrified) as I stepped up onto the elevated platform infront of the mirror and turned just enough to swoosh the fish-tail perfectly.
As she snapped a sneaky photo, the manager came around the corner. And just as she’s trained to do and say, she uttered all the right sounds of approval and made all the right eyes- followed by “When’s the special day?”


“Oh. No no no… I’M not getting married… 
I don’t even have a boyfriend…” I said with a huge, proud grin.

Awkward silence.

… I’ll just stand here a little longer and absorb this princess moment. Unengaged. No Mom or future Mom-in-law or best friends gasping and weeping “That’s it! That’s the dress!”

Non of that. Just me and my reflection and my “fuck normal”mentality. Like… Who says that a competely and utterly single 31 year old has to wait for someone to love and accept her for all the glorious madness she is until she gets the opportunity to stand exquisitely beaming in a long lacey (or meringue-like) bridal gown and feel magnificent? Who says?

Insert [Independent woman rule #1]
YOU DON’T NEED A MAN
Do your thing honey!

Slot in all kinds of girl power anthems here: ‘Man! I feel like a woman’ – Shania Twain, ‘Girl on Fire’ – Alicia Keys, ‘Stronger’ – Kelly Clarkson, ‘Fight Song’ – Rachel Platten…

I left Bride&co feeling beautifully silly and liberated. I didn’t fear having put a jinx on my married/unmarried fate. I had simply broken the ice of anticipation for a moment that won’t make or break my life. I felt all powerful, complete and unstoppable.

(And if you’ve read any of my stories before, you’ll know what happens the moment I’m contently not falling in or recovering from love – when my heart is strong and unfuckwithable again… when I’m so okay in my own skin that I truly am not interested in men. You have an idea of what happens next, right?)

This energy carried me into the night. A friends birthday excitement led to a few tequillas and a little bit of carefree spontaneity. I was keen to dance and so was everyone else.

…and then, all of a sudden, the party animals were tired and wanting to wake up early on Saturday morning. On the first night in forever that I actually felt like being out and about. And with that, they went home. And with that – well – I didn’t.

I took myself to my favourite club, to my favourite platform a little above the dancefloor and without a second thought I was dancing… but not alone… AMONGST a sea of other dancers. Why would I stick out from the rest?

That’s a legitimate question I’m asking. Why would I have not looked like just another girl in the crowd? Why were people so drawn to me? Why was I being asked “Who are you here with?” by men and women alike?


“Just me”

“I’m seriously impressed, I never thought I’d meet a girl who’d have the guts to come to a club alone”

I smiled and shruggled (like it was the most normal thing in the world).

The energy I was emitting was clearly magnetic. And from the corner of my eyes, there were men, hovering…circling… I really didn’t give a shit, I was celebrating freedom from conformity – I didn’t want to talk, I didn’t want to be hit on with seedy remarks (as per usual), I was very happily dancing on my own.

And then like all predictable cliches, an equally magnetic boy with a cute as hell gap in his teeth comes around for the third time. I couldn’t help but show appreciation for his vibe with a slight smile and … damn, like with most male/female courting, that signals acceptance and submission and he came in for the kill.
Less aggressively than I’ve stated, much less in fact, he was a rather smooth cat. Like his hair.
“Who are you here with?”

“Just me”  
in my nonchalant manner.
(I found out later that he’d bailed on his mates and come alone too).
He brought me water, told me he’d been attracted to my energy from across the room and asked if he could take me for a milkshake soon.

I teased him about being gutsy enough to see me in the light, not realising the lights were already on in the bar, as it was closing time.
He saved my number in his phone as:

“××××…Worth it”

The following day one of my more freesprited friends told me SHE wouldn’t even be brave enough to go out dancing alone. Others expressed how much they’d love to be able to do it. And only then the realisation of how possessed I had been settled in. It was a pretty bold move and the residual effects were beaming.

What has followed this unusually satisfying day is a story for another time. But what I do know for sure is this:

The moment you stop looking. It finds you.
And I’m not speaking soley about love or the perfect man.
I am talking about that illusive inner contentment we all chase.

You can fake a smile and put on your brave face as we all have to ~ to get through the dips in this ride. But energy doesn’t lie. When that moment of TRUE self acceptance, universal love and gratitude hits you within – it radiates outward. It attracts other beautiful energies like a blossoming tree buzzing with bees.


And we can all agree that The Universe has pushed my buttons of late, pushed me into what felt like dark corners with names I wanted to forget being screamed in my face until I cracked ~ Taken me deeply through a process of seeking more (and finding it) and ultimately letting the light come in through the broken bits, and for all of that, I had one wish.

“I’m sick and tired of sexy men with ugly hearts.
I want to fall in love with someone’s kindness & compassion.
I want to fall in love with someone’s heart & soul.”

The Universe has made it clear to me.
(No matter what comes of this. No matter what comes next.)
The universe has one response.

“I’m listening”

In silence.

It’s a very EAT PRAY LOVE concept to go on a silent retreat. A few days, up to 2 weeks of living a communal life of yoga, meditation, service, knowledge and awareness.

Why do people wish to be staying together with strangers? Sharing rooms, toilet and shower facilities, meals and a meditation space, as well as free time in nature, but in silence…

The opportunity arose for me to do the advanced meditation course only just over 2 months since I did my part one meditation programme through the Art of Living. A new community I’m becoming a part of. A community of spreading love and growing in awareness and accessing a deeper connection.

I won’t get into the teachings of the Guru, Sri Sri Ravi Shankar this time round, though I’m sure this knowledge will start flowing through into my words in these notes.

So, off I went, throwing myself into yet another ‘I have no idea what this is going to be like but I want to do it so badly’ experience.

Since the massive disappointment of the guy I was hoping to be falling for and vice versa – despite the brief, but I thought ever-so-true 8 day encounter, long distance contact (or disconnect however you prefer to see it), followed by the impromptu spontaneous Berlin loved up (in hindsight lust-up and ultimately fucked up) bliss, the name… his name… short and not so sweet – Ben – has been everywhere.

And it didn’t halt in silence either,… Let’s brush over the fact that he decided to message me, after 4 months of nothing, the day before my mind was supposed to go into a space of calm and quiet.

No, says Universe. Not a chance!

The thing is, I realise this is exactly what was supposed to happen. It wasn’t meant to be calm and quiet from the get go, silence is POWERFUL but not necessarily peaceful.

Of course, the cutest guy on the course would have that same name. And of course, as per Art Of Living ‘welcoming protocol’ we should hug and express an equilimity of spirit by telling our fellow students, face to face, “I BELONG TO YOU”… I found this irony humorous at first, I could see the Universe giggling down on me and I humoured it with the biggest and falsest smile I could muster “I BELONG TO YOU BEN !!”

My sense of humour took a back seat when on day 2 (an already mentally and physically challenging day, no eye contact, long and tedious meditation processes) we were told to shift our yoga mats and meditation spots and I found THIS-BEN sitting in front of me, and unlike anyone else in the room, he stuck his name tag to the back of his chair.

I reassured myself that it was just another more than subtle test from the Universe and that soon I’d be closing my eyes for meditation. Blocking it out. Going internal… A few minutes later our session began, and the Guru shared with us what we’d be embarking on in this practice.

An “Open-eye Meditation” ~ staring 90 degrees ahead, straight ahead. Straight at the name.

Not so subliminal messaging anymore.

I cried and cried. I sobbed. I thought I’d have to remove myself before the cries became audible. I thought I was heading deep into a dark hole of convulsions that I’d never be able to claw myself out of. The anger. The frustration. The utter desperation of just not being able to escape this presence latched on stronger than it ever had before.

Even when I got back home after my 3 months away and returned to my job where the one and only new teacher was, you guessed it, named Ben. With his pigeon hole located directly right above mine. I hated it then and I was despising it now. It was just too blatant to be ‘coincidence’ and simply too much for my heart to bear. But I kept breathing.

And then, all of a sudden, without warning and almost over-dramatically it let go. It felt like it got sucked out the top of my head, with the type of resistance you’d see with a plunger until it finally releases.

And I was free. I can’t remember if I felt that then ~ I guess I didn’t know that the resistance to the name had left me for good and finally I had a new, beautifully spiritual Ben to associate these triggers with.

By the final day, during our nature time, I found a labyrinth in the garden which I stood on the outskirts of.
The instructions where pretty straight forward.
Set an intention.
Be present for the six minute walk.
Have no expectations. (Well, that takes the pressure off.)

To this day, I can’t recall exactly what the intention was that I set. I seem to remember it had something to do with forgiveness. A forgiveness I was struggling to find within. But what I do remember is wanting to press record on the inner dialogue (more like inner battle) going on inside my head for about 5 minutes until this clarity set in, an answer, a sense of peace and understanding that may seem simple now but was monstrous then. At that moment I glanced up slightly, I saw that I was only a few paces from the centre. “No ways…” I nodded my head and smiled to myself with the knowing that all was okay. All was well. All made complete sense.

Unfortunately, I can’t type those words out. All that remains is the feeling and memory of that heightened awareness.

But that’s all it needs to be, you can’t stay on the top of the mountain forever. You need to come down. So why climb in the first place, you say? It’s simple. What’s above knows what is below but what’s below doesn’t know whats above. There is an art in conducting oneself in lower levels with the memory of what there is above.
That’s AWARENESS and I’m HOOKED.

As I stood in silence in the centre, church bells started ringing. Yes, there was apparently a church next door and yes, it just so happened to be 10 o’clock  on Sunday morning. I stood there with my eyes closed and as I let my head fall back and opened my eyes, gazed up between the leaves of the tree above ~ deep deep down I felt it filtering through my pores. It was peace. Everything in me rested in satisfaction for the blessing of the journeys I take myself on.
Loving the light but in some (semi-masochistic) way loving, equally, the dark.

When what I needed to face set in, and ruined what I expected to be a ‘mindful timeout’ I didn’t know why I had voluntarily signed up for such a damaging programme. But by day 4, as I raised my arms and walked my way back out of the labyrinth, taking each step in a (completely natural yet) trippy bliss – stroking trees, appreciating the leaves, running my fingers along the bark, feeling SO a part of it all and questioning WHY we as humans look but don’t touch, how we lack connection and sensitivity of sensation, I knew it was a place I’d take myself again and again.

In silence the connection is deeper, after you’ve passed through the zone of isolation, the clarity is awakening. It is where we need to keep returning. Through the breath and within our being.Where the answers sit, waiting to be unlocked.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

** Oh, but there’s more – “Did the BEN triggers just stop there?” I hear you say.

Well… Not just yet,… A few days later I was walking back to my classroom when I glanced into the empty class next to mine. Only one desk-chair had a paper name sign stuck to the front of it and of course, we all know the three letter name that was written on it.

My heart didn’t stop. My heart didn’t drop. I burst out laughing, in fact and looked up at the… ceiling… and shook my head. “You can stop it now, Universe. This doesn’t shake me anymore. What’s your next trick?

I had to take a photo and send it with a giggle to my closest friends who were absolutely astonished “SEE! I’m not imagining it, am I?” 

And after that little follow up check from the Powers-that-Be, the name’s finally stopped haunting me**

(untitled)because…what do you even call this?

​It started with a Christmas present from a leaving student; a note book with a personal message handwritten on the first page. I thought, how sweet it was as I started reading. The simple, single-lined wish. “I hope this time next year you will have got married.”
I laughed and looked up at said-student. His big eyes were filled with genuine concern… Oh… I see… It wasn’t a joke…

Not too long after this my brother in law, who at every family occasion asks me the same question. “Where’s your ‘pomp’?” (the guy I’m supposedly banging) and like every other time I have some smartass comeback like “Which one?” or “Oh? Do you need to feed them too?”
For some reason this time, it didn’t stop there.“Don’t you want children?”

To cut the conversation short I simply said “Eeeeh, I don’t know hey” and I shityounot, he tapped his watch. 

Subtle.

Next, I received a message from a guy who I met at a fireworks evening in primary school and never seen since. We somehow befriended eachother on Facebook a year or so ago ~ he being currently and recently single, of course is on the prowl ~ and pipes up with, “I’m still perplexed as to why you’re not married.”

PERPLEXED. Seriously? What, do people actually think something’s wrong with 30-something single girls? But single guys are just like “living the dream”? 

My singleness has a virtual stranger PERPLEXED.

Shame… I guess that may have been meant with utmost affection but still left me scratching my head, and without hesitation I defended myself to a guy I hardly know.

I was surprised by how strong I felt in my justification and how rebellious my words could have come across. But he didn’t seem convinced or at least wasn’t satisfied with leaving it at that. 

“You don’t want kids?”

“Very much” I responded, (and this is where I felt my truth come through, undiluted, as it sometimes can do to a complete stranger through the lonely connections of social media), “I’ve wanted 3 all my life – but you don’t just HAVE kids! Children need amazing parents. I know I’ll be a great mom. My obligation is to find a great dad for them. Something SO important & what I missed… And I’m not there yet… I’m just not. And it’s ok. I’m at peace with those life expectations transforming. It’s social expectations that programmed what life should look like. And I’ve gone against the norm since I can remember. I’m just one of those people who want more. Deeper growth. Exploration. Adventure. Body, mind & soul. That’s my path. I’m following it. And what comes will come, being true to where I am and who I am becoming.”

My soul rested with a quiet confidence and stillness. He responded with amazement too. But a week later, I feel a niggling in me.

Have I really reached that stage where people are getting genuinely concerned about me going on 32 unmarried and unchilded (and making up my own vocabulary)?

As I write this one of my oldest friends just messaged me to meet up next week, saying she wants to hear about my adventures, and with a sense of urgency – that she has news to share too. 

‘Pregnant or getting divorced?’ was my immediate thought. It turns out she is indeed pregnant. Adding just the right amount of irony to this string of events. And tears came to my eyes.

I wish I could say they were happy unselfish tears, although I AM really happy for her, without a doubt! But my tears come from the inner-acknowledgement setting in that I’m so so far from that reality & yes, somedays that really does scare me.

This kind of news; engagements, marriages, babies is the news I’m getting used to now. And the terrified conflicted happiness I feel is becoming the usual response ~ a response which doesn’t sit well with me. 

Have I reached the age when I start to worry about myself?  When will my undiluted truth remain undiluted by tears? When will I stop comparing, even subconsciously? 

I guess the answer lies in gratitude. Gratitude for the beauty of my own life and the uniqueness of the individual journey. Gratitude for the fire in me that refuses to go out ~ Despite others questioning and doubt. Despite unscheduled bursts of tears. 

Where some would become consumed and grow bitter, I’m able to show up everyday in my life 100% & inspire others to be better too ~ even though my life at almost-32 isn’t what I may have painted at 16 or 21 or 28.

No matter where you are. I hope you show up fully in your own life with gratitude for the beauty in the madness, whatever form it comes in. 

You! Yes, you! 

Keep expanding ~ And if all else fails, I hope you can sit in your office or classroom when everyone else has gone home and look at your life, your stories and experiences and – like me – laugh at yourself and at the bizarre, dark comedic genius in it all. 

And if all else continues to fail, I hope ~at least~ it makes for good story telling or entertaining reading 😉

A year in your honour

​This year has been in your honour and I never thought I’d be at peace with losing you

Yes, grief comes in waves (or trucks or trains)

And of course
there are moments I reach for my phone and want to tell you about another of my ridiculous stories (that you used to call “episodes in an inspiring but hilarious adventure“)

Of course I still want to laugh at ourselves til we cry, together
And cry til we laugh

So, yes, I’ve lived this year as if it were my last
’cause
who would have known that last year was yours, in this fragile & temporary human body, with this emotional & sensitive human heart.

But somehow I still feel an incredibly real connection to you
Whenever I need it, even when I don’t
Is it my wonderfully powerful imagination? I don’t really care
For me it’s a knowing, without explanation
An awareness that you’re at peace (and still laughing along with me… but not crying. There are no more tears where you are.)

I’ll see you soon, Les. But for now, I hope I’m making you proud (and still making for entertaining viewing from above).

This year has been in your honour.
and so will every year ahead