Life lived dancing to the tunes of misery wears out the soul living it.
Yes indeed, our days are not always smiles and sunshine, but the truth is that misery and negativity are barely a head’s turn away and once you give it room, it becomes a permanent tenant and a difficult one to evict.
A lot of times when I am feeling down, I might brood for a while, but with training my mind to shut off the negative raps, I endeavour not to stew in it by getting engaged in little things that will uplift my mind and take the focus off me.
Not the easiest thing to do at times, but the alternative is worse.
I honestly can’t claim that I have a fair idea of what I’m doing. In fact, I would be lying if I claimed to know. I am just having fun with today’s assignment since I am out all day with my troop.
According to today’s photo 101 prompt ‘Glass, Squared,’ we are to incorporate glass in today’s image: a window, a mirror, a wine glass, sunglasses or something else. It doesn’t matter what form the glass takes.
So here I go tinkering and peeking in or out.
Looking out and taking the picture trying to incorporate the window.
Out and about. The day looks friendly through my windshied.
Mirrored reflection
My fave flower shop
Looking up at the see-thru glass ceiling.
Munching
I like the Giraffe on the glass
Couldn’t resist watching the TV from outside 😉
Watching the workmen
Another view through the window.
Lovely decorative pieces
A view taken while looking up at the mirror in the lift.
It should go without saying that the voice of the giant in us should be the one that makes the most noise.
Alas, it’s hardly ever so. For the fact that the voice is not often heeded to, it lies dormant in us, while the screeching empty voice of the coward that knows all the negative, pessimistic words takes pride of place.
It does take a whole lot of paradigm shift and practice to drown the voice of ‘I can’t’ and ‘impossible’ to ‘I will and I’m possible.’
It’s equally a very liberating experience when we let go of some of our unfounded inhibitions and just spread our wings.
Even if we do take a splat in the attempt, chances are we must have gained some worthwhile experience.
When we don’t seek or venture, we shall neither find nor gain.
I know it’s not weekend yet, but I am thankful that we are halfway there, or as in my case, almost a day to weekend and the school Spring breaks commences on Friday. YAYYYYY!!!
Our weekend’s over here in the Middle East starts on Thursday evenings and sometimes, it makes my mind go wonky, when the work week starts on Sunday’s and other parts of the World are still on a weekend.
It’s been one of those weeks that’s just bleh; waking up at past 4 am and making the children’s breakfast and food for school with one eye open.
I know that being a mother, weekend does not necessarily spell idling, but some things are taken out of the hectic equation.
My mouth will probably get twisted seven ways from talking, settling squabbles and I will probably pull my hair out now and again, for these days that squad will be fully at home, adrenaline filled and looking up to Mama the squad entertainer extraordinaire to keep them focused and entertained.
I shall however, thoroughly enjoy not having the infernal red alarm clock go off, just when I am getting into the zen part of the sleep; at least for the next two weeks. It even rings in my head when I am awake
On the other hand, I am equally thankful for a lovely blogger’s bash held in this space. The supportive turn out was just awesome 🙂
I am equally excited that the cover of my collected poetry will soon be ready. There’ll definitely be a sneak peek.
What are the itty-bitty things that your heart knows thanks for?
Not wanting to go back I tarry long, gathering each hue;
Spring-cleaning of mind and reorganizing heart’s closet,
Letting go the old and making room for new life deposit.
My dearest Pam is one of my biggest props in this place. I call her my sage one. She needs our prayers and support. Please look in. That’s why we are a community.
On Thursday’s, I share pictures about ‘Echos of my Neighbourhood.
I would like to invite you to participate. The challenge is quite simple.
Every Thursday, share a photo of bits and pieces of wherever you are at any point in time. It could be houses, backgrounds of your neighbourhood, activities and so forth and you can tag it Echos of my Neighbourhood, add my link to your post so that I will get the ping from your post.
Every other Thursday, I will publish a post with the links of all those who participated the previous week.
This is just a fun way of getting to see more of the World around us through your eyes, since we cannot all be at those places, we can at least see them through you.
In the air-conditioned bus stop shelter
Rushing to the train
Watching feet on train
Buying men stuff for dear Himself. He’s not fond of shopping.
Statue of ancient astrologers
A lounging Goddess
Depiction of ancient Egyptian art at Wafi
Inside Oud Metha
A lazy evening of eating Shawarma. No kitchen duty tonight 🙂
The gleam of the glinting Lamborghini had me looking for my glasses.
Artifact store
Nosing about in an artifact shop.
Sorting out my phone at Du
Some part of Bur
The pictures above are taken from here and there. During the course of a week, I take pictures as I go along sorting each day’s issues.
When I am going out by myself, I prefer to leave the ease of driving myself and opt to take a train, bus or taxi depending on. The first two are my first options.
In a good number of areas, the bus stops have a pair of shelter, one for women and children and a separate one for menfolk. Due to the heat which can be unbelievable at times, they are air-conditioned and well maintained.
If you want to get to know a city, to meander free and get to know it’s people, get a map and use public transport.
It free’s your eyes to stare, snap and interact.
When I drive, half of the time, my eyes are glued to the GPS screen trying not to miss a vital turn.
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