WEEKLY VIGNETTEs
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A Vignette - a brief evocative description, account, or episode
Tips of Icebergs , A sharing of candid reflections during the week that was. Seven births, Seven Days, Seven lifetimes for a mayfly . |
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📉📈 LIFE IS NON LINEAR 📉📈 Zigzag the river of time meandered , Flowing through mountain , plateau and dale , Life is not linear she had come to realize, More of a rambling circuitous tale Growth is not linear , but a varied mix Of flower , succulent and germinating bud , In soil that can be loamy , laterite , clay , Or the strange lotus that blooms in mud. A forward investment among indexes , The volatile risk of the S&P 500 , Life’s trend is not linear , beggars become kings , Or in reverse – judgement has blundered Success is not linear , knows the diamond in the rough It concedes to gentle pressure by and by Brillianteering of life can be exacting , As we are shaped by the wise lapidary in the sky. The road can be meaningful if lessons allow , By letting go of the non-serving past , Life is not linear , yet a blessing sublime , Developing a personal Venn and experience amassed. Love cannot be linear , heart and soul emphasize , Erratic vitals keep us awake and alive , A monotonal ECG reflects death and the end , Sans change and upheavals, how could we thrive ? Dilute your demons with compassion & good , Life and living become a whole lot easier , Trauma is tricked into transformation , When you embrace a life that is non-linear 🌄🌋🌄📈📉📈📉🌋🌄🌋
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 I let you go my children , To fly away , to be your own , To erect respectful boundaries , Now that you have grown . I let go of any remorse and guilt , A few regrets in your upbringing , If I knew then what I know now , With confidence I might be singing I let go of fragile eggshells Whose ownership is mine alone , I tread on them before you came along , On you I cannot cast first stone My intentions were true and highest , Cheerful balanced children my goal , True leaders , good human examples , As you walked away from my fold. I would be delighted to rediscover , Whether our bond can now be earned , If curiosity replace past certainties , A new relationship can be learned My willingness and love are unwavering , My deep faith in you stands firmly , Eager to choose and begin anew this Parent child relationship asymmetry  I release these delicate eggshells , My own symbols of hyper sensitivity, I stop trying to over correct , My needless attempts at proactivity Unbiased awareness eluded me , Hurting you was never meant Merging the past with the present , A victim never entirely innocent These eggshells lived within me Well before you were born , Remnants of my childhood correctness, Strict regimen and days forlorn . I own them now these egg shells , On no one do I cast any blame , No parent , no child , no trauma No circumstance against my name These eggshells represent my own polarity , Forward thinking on its head , But do I really envision correctly ? Or dip into old biases instead ? I am ready to set aside these egg shells , Replace them with fresh confidence , Enquire ? Ask outright ? Listen in ? Cease sitting on that proverbial fence I am so done walking on egg shells Of second guessing and living in fear , With good intention I shall speak , Of things I hold most dear. And wait for that calm understanding , My own part I can surely do , No longer egg shells will hold me back , Only my boundary of love and your point of view.  I welcome the wisdom of adversity , The arduous climb when things get tough Brillianteering a diamond until it gleams, Once dull and in the rough. I welcome the teachings of trials The opportunity to resilient become , The fire by which steel is tempered , Life going full circle , and then some. We are forever altered when Adversity dips into our emotional reservoir , We cannot un-process or un-see , We cannot erase the imprint and battle scar . A linear life may seem tempting, As impossible as it may be. Adversity staves off human arrogance , Making us approachable in our humility. And so I embrace the lessons of adversity , Often the best , a blessing in disguise , Keeps me innovative , strong and seeking , Keep me learning , compassionate and wise .  05 Lessons to Live By - Wayne Dyer 
Come sit out in the open ....  Gifted this pre loved bench by a close friend down-sizing and moving home. We have a long friendship spanning over a decade , and were originally brought together by our pooches , Taurus and Zac a.k.a the universe . Our puppies are long gone but our friendship continues. Repainted bright green , the bench is the perfect welcoming fit outside our entrance door, and something i have been wanting for a while - another inspirational spot for that morning cardamom coffee , whilst nurturing thought and creativity.
A life parallel - You have to put yourself out there in the open , to be able to meet and greet new people , share new conversations and ideas . As long as you sit comfortably in your own backyard with the high fence , nothing is going to change , and nothing new is going to happen in your life.  The Australian Ministry of Home Affairs rejects my application of travel , to leave Melbourne. What a strange situation we are in, that we have to write for permission in the first place. A bit of a blow to my confidence , a strange feeling of restriction and house arrest. A shadow of how people must feel in really restrictive and dictatorial countries. Insightful. Inability to return to the familiar at this time and get back into my same-old rut. Personification of the synchronistic New Moon Oracle cards I seem to be picking up these days , that tell of compulsory new beginnings. Saturday’s personal chatter with my colleagues highlight the strength of the universe , the path it chooses , and how usually, we should let it guide us rather than force our intentions upon it. I am humbled by their open sharing , the tenacity they display with unexpected Covid-fraught challenges . Truly inspirational young leaders without that conventional title (yet)
My Daily Learning & Takeaways Nir Ayal – Nir&far.com Stealing Advertising Hacks & transforming them into Motivational ones
Blinkist Book Summary – Pick of the Day OSHO MEDITATION
How Yogis live without food and water - Sadhguru Podcast
Your mind , my mind (somewhat separate ) Your life , my life (boundaries blur) Your air , my air ( we are one )
 Sometimes it is hard to recall events , faces , names ... but emotions and feelings remain with us always. Those first visits to Dubai by dad & mom - feelings of parental pride , overdue bonding time , togetherness , love and reconciliation .... Events turn into memories and memories into treasures , with the passage of time 🥂🥂🍂🍁🍂 GRATITUDE FOR KATY AT EIGHTY 🍁🍂🍁🥂🥂 Privileged and grateful for you mum , these EIGHTY wonderful years , Cherishing daily joys , learning meaningful lessons , getting over fears. A far-reaching influence you have on friends and family , Your calm voice reflecting words of encouragement and generosity . An open , forward-thinking mind , gives us all our space to “be” Embracing the unconventional , nurturing originality. Your life is testimony to the practical , charity first begins at home. Kindness within one’s own sphere , regardless where you may roam. The years have sparked much change , distance and development , Brought challenges that go against the norm , You have stoically stayed the course, given it your absolute best , Some things one can only learn in a storm. We are a silent quiet family , in outward show and PDA’s we lack , Roll up our sleeves , do the work , when in need we have each other’s back. Not for limelight or centre stage ; either parents , sister or brother , There when needed - dependable , resilient , supportive of one another. The world has too many blind followers , robots and clones , Carve your own path , steer your own ship , never mind the Jones . You have taught us well mum and dad , core values resonate deep within. Down-to-earth simple traits proud to share with friends and kin. Looking back , yes indeed , We have been blessed and privileged for a wonderful eighty , Knowing , living with , experiencing the magical world of Katie A truly authentic guileless individual , this your lasting legacy , Loving sibling and matriarch of a deeply grateful & united family. As Nana Katy turns Eighty If it weren’t for you... We wouldn't appreciate TCM, Doris Day or “Singing in the Rain”, If your presence wasn’t a present we might have even felt some pain, Our summers would have been quite dull, We’d have never learned to sing our way out of a lull. You’ve created two souls, with a passion for food. Butter floating in bowls, soan papdi and rose milk to lift the mood, You’ve inspired a love of souffles aplenty, But then telling one of us to exercise.. gently.. You’ve taught us all about great combinations, Like pork roasts with hot mustard to pair. Thank you for being so patient with us, And really teaching us how to care. You showed us how lovely animal companions can be - Buttons and Bozo, Auto and the other forty-three.. You showed us how kindness will always win, And to love and let those who need us in. When we think of you, the memories are many. We remember the sweet smell of your cupboard and clothes. The late nights with the aqua guard, Your patience of a saint. We remember you putting us to sleep with stories, And putting up with toddler-sleep-kicks. We think of your love of singing, dancing and daydreaming , and always encouraging us to do the same. You always make us feel special and loved, Supporting us as we pave our own way. We might be all grown up , but the memories always remain. Thank you for showing us what love means, and what it takes for a house to become a home. Happy 80th Birthday Nana. Love always, Your Sunshine 🌞☀🌞 & Rainbow 🌈🌈🌈
You have gone away quite suddenly. In the comfort of your home & home country , which now seems alien and distant owing to COVID. Loved ones abroad could not get to you in time . They had to seek comfort in technology and bid you a skype farewell , grieve with family through the internet.
Even thinking of this is hard and a giant hand squeezes my heart. Are we the same age ? I welcome the petty irritants of today . Sunday morning blues as I begin my Middle Eastern week. The store that opens a hour later than promised causing me to “waste minutes of my precious time”. I welcome the feeling of being overwhelmed and fearful , the seemingly long list of things to do before Christmas , the noisy neighbor whipper-snipping his lawn early morning as I type , sucking away at my inspiration. ….. I get to experience all of these another day. Leafing through pages of an old journal is mesmerizing !
So many moments of – Aha ! I’d forgotten this ! Realllly ??? ( Silent chuckles ) ( Eyes misting over ) Flashes of anger too … depending on how honest I was. I regret the years and times I did NOT keep a journal. Even lost childhood memoirs. But am going with the second best time of planting that tree. Since I did not do it 20 years ago, I am going to do it now. (Thank you Lao Tzu) |
