When to sleep or not?
What to wear or not?
What to eat?
What to cook?
Should the washing be done today, again?
Should I read or watch a movie?
Water or wine?
Tea or G&T?
To wait or not?
On the couch or on the bed?
Do it now or do it later?
What music to play?
iPad or computer?
Lights on or lights off?
What color to paint my nails?
To the front or to the back?
To the left or to the right?
In or out?
Open or close?
Wet or dry?
Salt or sweet?
To press enter or not?
Stay at home - not really having a choice.
Choice...is to go with the demands of time and the continuous flow of adjustment.
It is the ticking heartbeat of our existence. Choice is to accept, adjust and live with the consequences of our decisions.
Monday, 30 March 2020
Thursday, 26 March 2020
...unplugged.
Looking at my nest of cables and wires scattered on my floor, which some of them are disconnected from yet another extension cable, the idea of the world unplugged, begin to nestle within me.
The thought of the forgotten generation of elderly people, confined in a 12 feet square meter room, whom may be oblivious to what's happening in the world around them, and going about their day to day routine, has been disconnected from life and family in so many ways. The unspoken illness of loneliness has unplugged them from society. The lost ones.
Living in quarantine or self isolation has become a reality and calls for the pause button to be pressed. It is an unexpected, welcome invitation to plug into yourself and re-wire the cables while the world takes a break from living. Connecting with your inner self, means taking care of yourself first, then of others. Social distancing is not a curse, it is a blessing. A time to give back some kind of normal.
For the not so single ones, it is time to lay the table with your best embroidered table cloth and have a hearty home cooked meal together, unplugging social media, having real connections.
I am plugged in - how about you?
The thought of the forgotten generation of elderly people, confined in a 12 feet square meter room, whom may be oblivious to what's happening in the world around them, and going about their day to day routine, has been disconnected from life and family in so many ways. The unspoken illness of loneliness has unplugged them from society. The lost ones.
Living in quarantine or self isolation has become a reality and calls for the pause button to be pressed. It is an unexpected, welcome invitation to plug into yourself and re-wire the cables while the world takes a break from living. Connecting with your inner self, means taking care of yourself first, then of others. Social distancing is not a curse, it is a blessing. A time to give back some kind of normal.
For the not so single ones, it is time to lay the table with your best embroidered table cloth and have a hearty home cooked meal together, unplugging social media, having real connections.
I am plugged in - how about you?
Wednesday, 25 March 2020
When thunder tastes good
A change in the weather causes an alert on my metabolism. The very thought of rain coming our way, excites me with wonder and the urge for cooking! It is that rush to take off the washing on the line, hiding the things out of harm's way, making that telephone call to say pancake is on the way... C'mon over!
The latest health curse has a severe impact on our natural longing to connect with others. The first rumbling sound of thunder always sparks some sort of an alert, followed by that split second decision of what to do next. Waiting...
In my childhood, I was often lost in my own imagination of constructing stories around sounds and other tactile triggers. Thunder was the clashing king ruling over the dark skies speaking for the quiet voiceless ones. He was the Robin Hood of the sky, the giver and the protector.
The rhythm of the raindrops intensifies with each puffing sound on the fibre glass rooftop of my enclosed balcony. The rain cleanses. It disinfects the heavy thoughts of the disease which claimed so many innocent lives. The sound of thunder and rain, lifts our spirits and recharges our batteries to digest yet another day of the grim statistics of the Corona virus.
The world needs a clean slate. Thunder tastes good!
The latest health curse has a severe impact on our natural longing to connect with others. The first rumbling sound of thunder always sparks some sort of an alert, followed by that split second decision of what to do next. Waiting...
In my childhood, I was often lost in my own imagination of constructing stories around sounds and other tactile triggers. Thunder was the clashing king ruling over the dark skies speaking for the quiet voiceless ones. He was the Robin Hood of the sky, the giver and the protector.
The rhythm of the raindrops intensifies with each puffing sound on the fibre glass rooftop of my enclosed balcony. The rain cleanses. It disinfects the heavy thoughts of the disease which claimed so many innocent lives. The sound of thunder and rain, lifts our spirits and recharges our batteries to digest yet another day of the grim statistics of the Corona virus.
The world needs a clean slate. Thunder tastes good!
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