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MY FOREVER FRIEND

Her voice shrills through the phone line with ecstasy
Even though it’s a year since we last spoke, it sounds like
it was just yesterday
Our intercepting chitchat and jabber reconnect the dots
in smooth motions of recollections and reminiscence
I feel the vibrant energy in her laughter just like school
days
It was that same girlie childlike chuckling and cackling
that brought with it warm memories from good old
University days
Each line she spoke was laced with the familiar
symphonies, cliches and analogies that make her peculiar
My heart is warmed by this forever fondness
I listen with intent as she flaunts her glamorous life
And something inside of me sways gracefully at the
verbal annotations that says hers compliments my magical
life
This is my forever friend,
Somehow, during life’s most dramatic moments, we have
found a stillness deep within our entwined core
Where nothing else matters but life, faith, hope, and love
We are grateful to have found the ability
To master and create that which we want out of this vast
space called life and friendship

Forever friends

AN ANGEL SENT YOU TO ME

Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity – Khalil Gibran

I am thinking about all the blunders I would have made, all the pitfalls I would have blindly stomped into, and all the bones I would have broken if it hadn’t been for your steady and candid companionship. I am looking back on my life, at the rocky trails, the bushy paths and stormy nights.

Many times, I would have ran blindly into stony walls but each time, you’d show up just in time before I cracked my skull. Other times I find myself in certain frustrations, unable to clear away the cobwebs that surround me. I fight to stay afloat, I’m beating the air with my fists but in one moment, you say the magic word and I realize I’ve been chasing shadows.

I am amazed at how easily I can swing back to terraformer and find my footing again. It is the power of our camaraderie – the power of our sisterhood – that has kept me from losing it completely.

My moments of great fears fizzle away like fog at the oration of your deep wisdom. Suddenly I can vanquish many mountains. In the days my heart sunk into my pool of tears, your wittiness and charm quickly turn my great wailing into an uproar of laughter. My heart is lightened yet again.

Today I can count my victories because you cared to partake in my battles simply by staying close.  You kept your eyes on me for no particular reason except for love, and your undiluted affection. You hung your gaze on my wobbly tottering. Like a hawk seeking to rescue, you sought to reassure me.

I am thinking about what my life would have been, in the seasons of my winter days, had it not been for you. I do not believe in magic or in fairy tales but I do believe this one truth about you. An angel sent you to me.

“For Vanessa”

Angel's friend

angels fly

Thank you

Strut Like A Peacock

Okay I actually mean that in a good way. I’m not saying be ostentatious, rather be self-assuring and assertive. Strut your turf. That’s what girls do; we swagger, we sashay.

 

Whereas the average individuals often have not the slightest idea, what they are, what they want or their own opinions, self-actualizing individuals have superior awareness of their own impulses, desires, opinions, and subjective reactions. — Abraham Maslow

 

So what is it you really, truly want? Are your core activities in alignment with your deepest desires? Do you know why you indulge those routines day in day out? Can you truly describe the life you would rather have? If you did, would it in anyway look like the one you’re now stuck with or forced to tolerate?

 

You’ve got to have your antennas straightened and sharpened with heightened frequencies of your identity and capabilities as the girl of the moment. You cannot afford to slack. Slackers are average. And we already agreed that average isn’t an option. You can be your best self but first you must discover who she is, what she wants and where she wants to be. Then you must be her ambassador, be her forerunner. Be the go-between. Be the intermediary between your amazing self and the world at large. Be bold. Be proud. Be assertive. Strut your stuff. Walk the room, be a shinning vision of light. Allow the world the privilege and honor of enjoying your essence as you walk these paths. Overcome the temptation to cower behind the crowd and join the flock to no-man’s-land. Stop waiting for an invitation to do the very thing that only you could possibly contribute to humanity.

 

Knowing others is wisdom, knowing yourself is Enlightenment. — Tao Tzu

 

We mostly take pride in predicting the world and the people around us. We like to lead conversations about tough subjects and political crises. We enjoy showing off our knowledge about mundane issues and everything else around us but once the spotlight swings our way for us to say something about ourselves, our wishes and our dreams, rather than seizing the moment to shine, we freak out and dampen it with excuses and denial. Instead of swanking, you duck. Instead of being the star of the Opera, you recline into the back seats of the theatre. Instead of brightening up the moment with the story of your milestones, you submerge it in gloom and toss the golden opportunity to another. You pass on the lamp, the genie and your three wishes. You slam the door shut on your benefactor. You are quick to embrace insignificance. You grasp tightly the delusion that says, you must never let your voice be heard, never let yourself be noticed, never embrace the spotlight when it’s your turn. You must hide, because you don’t belong in that circle. You don’t belong in that circle where you too can raise your head, smile and glide, and boldly claim your spot in the world. You cower. You recoil. You fade into the backdrop.

 

“They must often change, who would be constant in happiness or wisdom.” ~Confucius

 

What then can one do to live dynamically and not monotonously? How will a girl find her way out of the maze or make sense of the mess she’s in. How can she possibly be aglow, it’s a dark cloud all around her. She can begin by first choosing to be happy no matter what. She can choose to laugh at her mistakes and pick herself up again. She can choose to realize that who she is, is the doorway to wonders never before known, never before heard and never before seen. She can choose to love herself. Celebrate her victories. Sing her praises. Let her hair down. Dance for joy. Laugh with abandon. She can choose to love herself. Love conquers all.

 

Love yourself, accept yourself, forgive yourself & be good to yourself because without you the rest of us are without a source of many wonderful things. – A wise one

Strut your stuff...

Strut your stuff…