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My Horse Lessons

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The year of the horse is almost gone. It may stay a bit longer though, if I stick to the Chinese calendar. It was more of a herd year. It brought plenty. It had the grace of a Friesian horse. It had the strength of a Belgian draft horse. It had the speed of a racing horse. It had the lightness of a Paso Fino. It was a year of learning. Both academic and life learning.???????????????????????????????????????????????????

I learned about the healing power of forgiveness through one phone call I learned the happiness of ignoring the buzz. Both internal and external. More they tried, more ignorant I became. Oh, glorious ignorance.

I learned that a mentor is very much human. He can make mistakes an apprentice would not make and he can still stay my mentor.

I learned that pretty anyone can be a mentor, as the experienced barista at my favorite coffee shop smiles at his new colleague’s clumsiness.

I learned that even after 10 years people in civil service go back to what I’ve written for them back then and find it helpful (although this makes me worried about their progress :).

I learned that appreciation comes at most unexpected times and colleagues’ prize for “best coach and support of others” in the organisation are best given in absentia. To my highest delight though.

I learned that a graffiti Christmas tree on a flipchart is best decorated by post-it notes each member of the team writes their wishes on.

I am more environment conscious now. I learned the joy of one item for breakfast.

I learned to enjoy four times less cloths orders this year compared to last year.

I learned that people whom I admire share my admiration to tears of joy.

I learned that my partner is a better lover year after year.

I learned that my child and I can have the same dream and share it in the morning.

I learned that blessing others brings peace to all.

I learned to say goodbye just to say hello to something else the minute after.

I learned the value of a place where my coffee cup waits for me. Always.

I relearned the joy of organizing parties: Butterflies Fairy party in Winter, Strawberry party in Spring, Ratatouille cooking party in Late Summer, Bowling and Art party in Fall….

I learned that a stranger can grow into calling me “mom”.

I learned that a stranger can grow into calling me a “gift”.

I learned to allow myself to feel and let go.

I learned the power of No. With a big smile.

I learned the power of stillness.

I learned the power of vulnerability.

I rejoiced in the thought of what the power of No, the power of stillness and the power of vulnerability can do.

I started to be around only people who love and support me. Reciprocity creates magic.

I learned that confidence comes from fearlessness. Fearlessness comes from faith. Faith comes from freedom.

I hope I was a good life student. I am ready for more. I want to know more. I want to learn to play chess. I want to learn to dance like a pro. I want to learn to swim. I want to do more to help others. I want to explore my 21 year old sexuality. I want to discover the world with my children. I want to prosper in building lasting memories for my loved ones. I want to embrace minimalism; a day a week without consumption is my first small step. I want to learn to heal through compassion. I am open to everything Life brings. Only the best comes my way. These are not New Year’s resolutions. Or maybe they are 🙂

Live with snakes and horses alike. Just live!

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I like to observe people. To listen to what they say. To watch their moves. Sometimes it makes me judgmental, it’s true, but I am working on it.
One evening, at a table next to us, a 40 something lady was saying to a 60 something lady: “thank God the year of the snake is coming to an end. And next year is my year – the year of the horse.”
It was late December and at that point I realised that it was a year governed by the sign of the year I was born in. If one would follow the logic of that lady, waiting for your year would mean living only for six years in a 72 year life span. Such a waste, is it not? This conversation drew my attention because a 10 year old was with the two of them. Is this the lesson he will take with him, prejudicing his future perspective on life? “Be careful to what you say to your children, as it becomes their inner voice”.

I for one luckily got to know the value of time given to us on Earth. I’ve been on those ladies mental path until a critical moment during my labour when my kid’s heart bits accelerated to alarming levels. Those 10 seconds of antagonizing anguish marked a turning point. My brain reached a milestone of distinguishing the mundane from the important, the detail from big picture, the joys of life from petty struggles. I could not care less whose year or what month or day was it at that point. Anything ordinary might become extraordinary in the bit of a second.

From that moment on I know and constantly remind myself that every year is my year. Every day is my day. Every moment is my moment. Regardless of the sign a calendar marks it with.

“Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.”
― Omar Khayyám, رباعيات خيام