September 8th, 2021: Respecting our rhythm

Hello September,

Yes, I am in London again where everything is fast, and people are slowly but steadily going towards their pre-pandemic life styles; with precaution, vaccination and masks in the underground.

I still feel stressed, after living with my parents in our village at the South of France. It sounds idyllic, but with the lockdown and my mum’s health issues, it was difficult to keep the balance.

So, here I am, and I feel like a real holiday is in order: the kind of thing where you allow yourself to just BE, living fully in the PRESENT and admiring the birds, the food, the beach, each other, etc…

Without any form of guilt:

Rest and healing is not a luxury it is a necessity!!!

Holiday, here I come!!!

Brighton seafront looking west from Brighton Palace Pier
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August 26, 2021: Something got to change: blossoming

Hello August,

yesterday I caught myself feeling envious when seeing people coming back from holidays. Today I experienced a sense of vertigo and I realised it is psychosomatic. So, yes, I need to get off this negative train and get into another, positive directionl.

My feelings have been bottling up during the last months and I felt I didn’t really have anyone to share them with. I kind of felt alone with my challenges. I also realise that a holiday is not when you don’t do work. It can be more tiring if there is no learning, enjoying, and getting away from potential stressors, even for a while.

I can’t blame everything on the pandemic.

Or, even if it was the pandemic’s fault, I would still need to adapt.

Adapt and grow as a human being, not just adapt 🙂

I used to see some middle aged and old people who looked dry and bitter. They had stories they wanted to share about the terrible things that happened to them. Full of spite and then taking it on to the first innocent or less innocent who might be in front of them.

They could be right, or wrong. The thing is, if we don’t want to turn bitter and dry, and to blossom as human beings, there must be another way to regenerate and continue our path…

Apricot Blossom in Behbahan, Iran