"Who will be the happiest person?
The one who brings happiness to others."
- Swami Satchidananda
I have recently read Yogi Bhajan's lectures, they are opening and revealing themselves in a very unique way, different than before, maybe I am also more open to their message. Check out the 3HO website for more..
During some quiet moments at nights there is time to search for information in the internet- and no, I am not talking about yahoo games (they are fun too, sometimes), but: raw food diet, how to make ice cream, Fab 5 (AKA Queer Eye), what is radiosurgery, "If a dog was a teacher...", when does a person officially become old, Sioux indians, Jivamukti yoga, Youtube videos- especially Sonny J's Handsfree, it is brilliant..
A lot of stuff out there in cyberspace.
The only things that actually make sense are the teachings of the dog:
"When loved ones come home, always run to greet them".
Loved one is not a house invader; gecko, who was examining my plants this morning and when I was watering the plants, it ran away. Got a feeling it is still inside the house, tiny baby gecko, but it isn't welcome here. Call the pest control? I may need to if the creature still shows his/her face.
Nebulizers (pulmicort and albuterol) the other night made my hands so shaky I could barely write, but it was vital to take them- my breathing has not improved much, throat still a bit sore. I am not a smoker, in fact I am very very much anti-smoking and avoid all places and street corners where someone's lighting up- but the heat (well above 100 F in summer), humidity and shamals (sandstorms) bring along their share of challenges. Breathing challenges..
June 29, 2008
June 21, 2008
Lights are on, no one home
Sand,sand and sand everywhere. Sore throat, cough, yet another episode of bronchitis, headache, loss of appetite.. yes, it is here to stay even though I thought I was already immune to it: pneumonia. Is the culprit sand or something else? From one continent to another, in a confined space for more than seven hours, surely that explains it all? Flying is fun, especially in a presence of friendly fun good looking cabin crew. Yes Sir, this was my fun-filled flight yesterday from London to Bahrain.
Some passengers with snotty noses coughing and sneezing.
Back to the desert. I wonder what tomorrow brings..
"Luck only favors fools. Wise men don't seek favors."
- Yogi Bhajan
Some passengers with snotty noses coughing and sneezing.
Back to the desert. I wonder what tomorrow brings..
"Luck only favors fools. Wise men don't seek favors."
- Yogi Bhajan
June 17, 2008
Wise man
Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
- Dalai Lama
- Dalai Lama
June 16, 2008
On Fire
December 2007
My journey began from Houslow, western part of London, even Middlesex, towards to London West End. The Golden Compass movie was on and me and Sophia wanted to see it. It all began by choosing the wrong bus. It took ages, stopped at each and every bus stop, and finally ended, say 50 minutes later close to Hounlow bus station. Where next? I turned right, then left, walked half a mile or so, until I saw a bus stop, where I could probably catch a bus.. By then I was already late, so cellphone out of the bag, rang Sophia and said no chance of getting there in time. Next bus.. whenever. I thought I was kind of lost too, railway station somewhere nearby, no sign of the tube station.. Next bus to Shepherds Bush. Ok, will do.
Another 45 minutes of travel, until the bus reached Shepherds Bush, and change of plans. Instead of movie, we decided to have some lunch so we headed to an Italian restaurant. Very cosy, plants, small tables,sensuous, delicious food, friendly service. Christmas just around the corner so the decorations were all out and candles really brightened up this early rainy afternoon. Thinking about what we usually do at a restaurant, that's what we too did; sat down, scanned the menu, hang the overcoat, have a chat over a glass of wine.. Except that my coat was hanging on the back of my chair, it fell on the floor once or twice, never mind. More wine, soup, main course. Delicious. Just before the dessert arrived, I felt something strange behind my back. Mmmmm, hot water bottle..? It got hotter and the sensation was accompanied by a smell! What is going on???!! I turned around, saw my coat catching the fire- there was a candle on the floor behind me. Frantic attempts folllowed, to put out the fire, the coat was ruined, it was certainly ready to be wasted. We thought fire brigade would soon arrive, but seemingly none of the waiters saw what happened - we did not feel it was necessary to tell them either. Desserts were eaten in a rush, and we made a hasty exit. Restroom nearby became the final resting place for the remains of my coat, unfortunately the wetaher was so cold that I had to find something else to wear and ended up buying an expensive cardigan.
Now, more than 6 months later I could say it was a lucky escape. Did anyone else witness this? I don't know, and don't really care, but I won't be eating at the same restaurant, ever again. Not that there was anything to complain, food was delicious, service too.
Lucky escape indeed.
My journey began from Houslow, western part of London, even Middlesex, towards to London West End. The Golden Compass movie was on and me and Sophia wanted to see it. It all began by choosing the wrong bus. It took ages, stopped at each and every bus stop, and finally ended, say 50 minutes later close to Hounlow bus station. Where next? I turned right, then left, walked half a mile or so, until I saw a bus stop, where I could probably catch a bus.. By then I was already late, so cellphone out of the bag, rang Sophia and said no chance of getting there in time. Next bus.. whenever. I thought I was kind of lost too, railway station somewhere nearby, no sign of the tube station.. Next bus to Shepherds Bush. Ok, will do.
Another 45 minutes of travel, until the bus reached Shepherds Bush, and change of plans. Instead of movie, we decided to have some lunch so we headed to an Italian restaurant. Very cosy, plants, small tables,sensuous, delicious food, friendly service. Christmas just around the corner so the decorations were all out and candles really brightened up this early rainy afternoon. Thinking about what we usually do at a restaurant, that's what we too did; sat down, scanned the menu, hang the overcoat, have a chat over a glass of wine.. Except that my coat was hanging on the back of my chair, it fell on the floor once or twice, never mind. More wine, soup, main course. Delicious. Just before the dessert arrived, I felt something strange behind my back. Mmmmm, hot water bottle..? It got hotter and the sensation was accompanied by a smell! What is going on???!! I turned around, saw my coat catching the fire- there was a candle on the floor behind me. Frantic attempts folllowed, to put out the fire, the coat was ruined, it was certainly ready to be wasted. We thought fire brigade would soon arrive, but seemingly none of the waiters saw what happened - we did not feel it was necessary to tell them either. Desserts were eaten in a rush, and we made a hasty exit. Restroom nearby became the final resting place for the remains of my coat, unfortunately the wetaher was so cold that I had to find something else to wear and ended up buying an expensive cardigan.
Now, more than 6 months later I could say it was a lucky escape. Did anyone else witness this? I don't know, and don't really care, but I won't be eating at the same restaurant, ever again. Not that there was anything to complain, food was delicious, service too.
Lucky escape indeed.
June 12, 2008
Luxury Living part II
In one of the previous photos I posted yesterday, is the luxury yacht Pelorus,115 meters long, owned by Roman Abramovich, the Russian millionaire, owner of the Chelsea FC in England.
How would it really feel to sail in a yacht like this? Once in a lifetime experience? Swimming pools, luxury linen, helicopter landing, even missiles.. Once in a lifetime experience for sure to see this yacht in Helsinki harbor.
But what would one do with all this money? It will not follow you to the grave or cremation for sure, of course it can be helpful for the new generations. How many luxury items can one own in a lifetime?
What is considered luxury? William Blake's poetry, sweet smelling soap, shopping at Harrods, driving a Lexus, eating HaƤgen Dasz ice cream, as opposed to the supermarket own brand... All this and more..
Liberating?
I would not dream of letting you down. You are in my thoughts and prayers each and every day, safe journey !
How would it really feel to sail in a yacht like this? Once in a lifetime experience? Swimming pools, luxury linen, helicopter landing, even missiles.. Once in a lifetime experience for sure to see this yacht in Helsinki harbor.
But what would one do with all this money? It will not follow you to the grave or cremation for sure, of course it can be helpful for the new generations. How many luxury items can one own in a lifetime?
What is considered luxury? William Blake's poetry, sweet smelling soap, shopping at Harrods, driving a Lexus, eating HaƤgen Dasz ice cream, as opposed to the supermarket own brand... All this and more..
Liberating?
I would not dream of letting you down. You are in my thoughts and prayers each and every day, safe journey !
June 11, 2008
June 09, 2008
June 07, 2008
This must be one of the most beautiful scenes in Finnish summer. Lots of beautiful landscapes around the world, but this one is extraordinary.I became a sponsor for an 8 year old boy in Kenya, received his photo and he looks cute! This is something I always wanted to do, but kept postponing it thinking I've got nothing to give to these kids, but actually I do! I'd encourage anyone to give it a go, it can be so rewarding and I am definitely going to try and meet this kid one day, God willing.
Teeth!!!! The big issue, that scared me to near-death, but there were NO cavities. I'm sure the dental hygienist was doing her work in a perfect manner, better safe than sorry, but I could't help wondering what if.. The dentist Piret then had a thorough look, said she can't find a cavity, which was just great, I jumped off the dentist's chair, jumped for joy, I don't think they've ever seen a performance quite like mine. Went shopping then and bought myself a sleeping bag, something I've always needed and wanted. Such a great reward.
June 04, 2008
Simple things
"Be strong and learn to say the words I love you".- Chris de Burgh&Arian Band: Nori Ta Abadiat (Dostet Daram)- The Words I Love You
June 02, 2008
More than this?
I said good-bye to my friend in my dream. At the airport; queues were long, I barely made it to the aircraft in time, and my ex-friend was chatting away and did not even notice me. So I left, took my luggage and my life and said good-bye in the dream. She stays, I go and we'll never meet again.
Love, what is love actually? Some of it disclosed, some of it shown. Genuine love, perfect love, tender and loving love? Loving me, loving you. And I truly do, but you just stand there and pretend (hah so unsuccessfully) not to notice.
It is vital to get some fresh air each and every day. Prevent headache, stress, whatever.. They say sex too is a kind of a breath of fresh air- I guess if you go out in the garden...? I remember reading "if you want to be sexy then drink pepsi" from somewhere.. the answer seems obvious..
For a change, my head feels empty, the thoughts they are there all right, but it is a quite a challenge to catch them. I feel like maybe possibly I've come to a point in life, where I don't give a shit, simply don't care. There is so much more in life, than just going to bed in the evening (sigh.. is it never gonna get better..).. Every day can be an adventure. It may be full of love, one falls in love, falls out of love, laughs, cries, walks, runs and stops. Goes out shopping or stays home and saves the money. It's in your hands.
Just because my head's empty, I can write this. That vicious circle of work, eat and sleep begins as soon as I return to the desert kingdom.. unless this is a mission I choose NOT to accept. There is always an option not to stay.
I ain't extraordinary, I'm just special.
- Sat Atma Kaur
Love, what is love actually? Some of it disclosed, some of it shown. Genuine love, perfect love, tender and loving love? Loving me, loving you. And I truly do, but you just stand there and pretend (hah so unsuccessfully) not to notice.
It is vital to get some fresh air each and every day. Prevent headache, stress, whatever.. They say sex too is a kind of a breath of fresh air- I guess if you go out in the garden...? I remember reading "if you want to be sexy then drink pepsi" from somewhere.. the answer seems obvious..
For a change, my head feels empty, the thoughts they are there all right, but it is a quite a challenge to catch them. I feel like maybe possibly I've come to a point in life, where I don't give a shit, simply don't care. There is so much more in life, than just going to bed in the evening (sigh.. is it never gonna get better..).. Every day can be an adventure. It may be full of love, one falls in love, falls out of love, laughs, cries, walks, runs and stops. Goes out shopping or stays home and saves the money. It's in your hands.
Just because my head's empty, I can write this. That vicious circle of work, eat and sleep begins as soon as I return to the desert kingdom.. unless this is a mission I choose NOT to accept. There is always an option not to stay.
I ain't extraordinary, I'm just special.
- Sat Atma Kaur
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