The Romance

The romance started unintentionally. I was seeking a companion and a friend that would never leave me on my journey. Many companions and events came to my life and left me with scars. One day, a relationship took another direction. The few steps of my innocent friendship started to flame up just like the salsa dance, one step back another forth, and the romance began.

My innocent attempts to travel for summer, education, work, and personal retreats. They all were my spontaneous attempts, that were designed by fate, to flame up my romance with traveling.

There are places that I loved at first sight and craved to go back to, maybe for unconscious reasons I don’t even know. I started to narrow down my travels, and tailor my journeys to places, where simple people lived, I can speak a new language, live a new culture, experience a new way of living, take with me a piece of that place, and become another unique person in the process. Just like falling in love, when you no longer become the same person after the relationship, as you were before.

Every romance has this roller coaster of love hate relationship, that goes back and forth. One day you love, the other you don’t. When you are tired, you try to figure out why were you in love at the first place? try to put it down to logic, but you fail. Love has no logic, and needs no explanations. You just know that this passion is the music to your heart, and makes you dance, even if no one other than you can hear the music.

Listen deeply to your soul, find your passion, and dance to the music. One step back, and one step forth, until you dance the romance you desire with your soul.

You are magic.
Don’t ever apologize
for the fire in you.

(via missinyouiskillingme)

Tension is who you think you should be. Relaxation is who you are.

Chinese Proverb  (via thatkindofwoman)

The Magical Tree

Once upon a time, there was a wonderful dream
hanging on a green fluffy tree filled with ripe oranges, bananas, apples, and pineapples. It was an extra-ordinary tree. It was the dream tree. Where anything is possible and nothing was impossible. Small wonders
were to come true under this tree, and magical wishes happen wherever there was a wish hanging around waiting to come true.

There was one problem, as it was with lots of stories, and tales, there have been no one wishing, dreaming and believing that magical things can happen if you
wished for them to happen.

The tree was hanging there for years and years. Not that there were no people passing by; but there were no wishes flying around
the tree. That fluffy green magical tree was losing its leaves day after day, because of the ordinary repeated cold and spiritless wishes people make day after day.

People no longer look deep within and believe to be the wonderful people they can be. They are looking outside, comparing, contrasting, and attaching to things that gave them that boring temporary happiness. Cars,
houses, false beauty, false recognitions, false identities, and imaginary status. All has one trade-mark, and belong to one dreamer.

All the significant, extra-ordinary dreams has been packed from the shelves of the human spirits and imaginations, and replaces with a lousy repetitive dream. One dream has become your dream, his dream, her dream, our dream and their dream.

The magical wishful tree no longer inspired by the same wishes and dreams passed by. Boredom, and lack of inspiration made the magical tree lose its fascinating powers. Its wonderful fruits stopped growing out of
people’s inspiring dreams. The dull identical dreams.

This is the story of the magical tree within each one of us. The tree of inspiration, magic, and all possibilities.

Once you look within, and believe in that extra-
ordinary dream, that belongs only to you, Your magical tree will blossom again.

What is your dream? What are the things, the people, the events and the places, that you would want to replace with those you desired once; for people who may or may not matter to you. Keep looking. Look deeper. It is there somewhere, buried under all the
unnecessary stuff.

1st May 2013

What Matters The Most

Writing the date before typing down these first words, flashed back into my mind that a day had passed without writing. ”What a waste!”

Coming late from work, missing lunch with my
daughter, and missing our daily mother-daughter chat.

Forgetting to take a moment at the end of the day to spend with my father, talking about how wise of me to do this, and how dumb of me to do that, and wrapping it up with one of my father’s wise stories.

Doing that extra unnecessary errand, and missing my daily meditation that connects me to my deep self, and balances my external and inner worlds, with those few deep breaths, in and out.

Postponing reciting my daily versus of the holy book, or repeating those silent beads of prayers, that surrounds me with that holy era for the rest of the day.

Sweating the small stuff with a loved one, and
neglecting to see that warm gesture, that just passed by unnoticed.

Being so drained with worry throughout the day, and not enjoying the moment, with whatever it carries of challenges or triumphs.

The week passes without filling the holes in my heart with that inspirational time with a friend, or that long walk by the sea to connect with nature, or have a silent conversation with the universe.

Weeks pass without seeing that circle of extended family gathering, laughing, sharing silly stories, sad memories, and hopeful plans for the future. Missing the connection with our closer circle of humanity; thinking
we are alone. Forgetting that we are all connected with one repeated story of happiness and sorrow, love and fear, that takes different shapes and colors.

Those important little rituals, throughout the days, make our life more joyful, purposeful, and meaningful.

What would you have missed today, that if you miss more tomorrow, you would lose an important part of yourself?

Make sure you never miss them, because one day after another, they make what matters the most in your life. Those little moments, when gathered, make up your precious beads of pearls of your life.

Detached

Smiling in the middle of a cold war with your enemy. Knowing you no longer can be with your loved one. Finding out you couldn’t get that scholarship you were fighting for, or the car you longed for, or the child you always wanted, or the job you worked hard for, or the house you were saving for…. although you deserved it
all.

Facing all the above, and resting in peace with yourself, and saying: “it’s ok.”. To detach from feelings, people, and events that happened, or didn’t happen; definitely takes a lot of peace, more than courage.

Being detached takes you out of the whole picture, and makes you an observer. When you become the observer, your perspective changes towards things. People are no longer the stars of the show, Feelings are no longer at the center of the stage, and events are not anymore the happening of the day.

When detached, for a second, looking from above towards the happening, it just happens, and you observe it. As if you have paused the motion, lived the moment, reflected, and the perfect (unexpected) response arises. Although you might be the most surprised person in the room, you are the most serene, as well.

We might relate more easily to the word attachment, because we are constantly, on daily basis, are attached to things, habits, people, places, and feelings that take us into vicious circles, day after day. Dragged into lives
we don’t want to live, people we don’t want to be with, and events that mean nothing to our purpose and passion in life.

Sometimes detaching from feelings, things, people, and events gives us deeper satisfaction than we might have had if we had reached what we wanted.

A moment of detachment is like a snapshot from a distance, that shows you the whole picture, and gives you a chance to take it home, within, and have a second thought, whether you really needed this purchase, or you just wanted it. At the end, GOD is only interested in
giving you what you need. What you want sometimes you get, as the cherry on the top.

Detach today. Have a second thought, before you purchase that feeling, person, or event into your life.

8rd May 2013

Get Connected

At my 3rd session of My Coaching Certification program I wondered: “what brings these people from all over the place, together to the mid of busy Doha’s West-Bay, to become coaches?” We start after a long working day, and prolong until night. We all have families, and responsibilities, but still we are here, there’s one thing urges us to come back again to this place, where that wonderful thing happens “Getting connected” at a personal deep level.

Life brings around different distractions with very valid reasons, while they are merely a distraction from the real thing: “being truly connected to oneself”.

I found myself here in this circle of curious hearts, because coaching is where I first saw the spark of the real me ( two years ago), unveiled my masks, my fears, my illusions, my distractions, my pain, my regrets, my
set-backs, my failures, and triumphs. The place where I allowed myself to trust myself, and become trustworthy.

Once you find this place within you, you will always want to come back to it. It is giving yourself permission to be you, and giving others the permission to be themselves. Only those who dare to be themselves will find like-minded people, daring to be who they are.

Taking the decision to become a coach is being
courageous enough to put off your masks, reveal the real you, help others take off theirs, reveal their real selves, and not accepting the second best version of who they are. It is facing your own fears, being able to accept others fears, and helping them get through them, one battle after another. The battles that we mostly set for ourselves.

Getting connected to yourself is the only way to get a real and genuine connection to the real genuine people, genuine passion, and genuine purpose of your life. Other than that, no social media can get you connected anyway closer to what, or whom you want.

Getting connected to you, gets you connected to the meaningful things, people, and events that reveal the real you.

Get connected.
7th October 2013

My Gap Year

I heard myself continuously this month saying I’m in a gap year. It feels good, inspiring, adventurous. Miraculous incidences happened this week.

This year is the year for me to be. I am following my body to sleep as much as it needs, to eat as healthy as it deserves, to pick the ingredients that appeal to my senses and put them together on the stove, change my hectic habits of a busy exhausted woman, to a relaxed woman who’s happy enough to be for the day. Cooking my food has become a wonderful habit that I enjoy effortlessly during the day. I’m starting to crawl slowly to my yoga mat, doing some short postures of Astanga but more confident than before, I am not a follower anymore in my yoga, My body is leading the rhythm and I’m listening to it’s responses. My spiritual harmony was the first I have developed at the beginning of my Gap year. I restored my relationship with GOD, and fulfilled the promises I have made to him long time before. I’m connected again to GOD on my prayer mat, as I have connected to my body on my yoga Mat.

I am content and proud of my reassigned position as a full-time mom, the one I have always wanted to be assigned to.

I’m exploring travel-writing. I want to explore guitar playing, cooking classes, traveling and learning languages. This year I want to make all my dreams come true. This year is all about my heart’s, Mind’s, body’s, and soul’s passion and desires.

2015

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