AWARE * ABLE * ALIGNED
Life as we know it. One month and one day ago the world stopped from revolving around itself. We froze into a horror scenario of bomb attacks in Brussels. We witnessed massive amounts of support and testimonials of compassion from all over the world. We held our breath with shock, fear, frustraton, anger. We counted the victims, we burried the dead...
Have you seen them? The four white flashing lights in the middle of the night? What about the red one? Have you heard them? Have you recognized the most wonderful annoying decibel limit trespassing noise? The one coming from another world? From above the clouds, higher in the skies? The one making the roof of your house tremble, the windows shake and your dog bark with the nose up and a dizzy look? The one that makes you toss your pillow and swear between the teeth because it ruins your night sleep? The one you have been checking the sharpness of...
Sunday, 10 o'clock. I drag myself out of bed. It's late, so late! I rush downstairs. The kids are watching TV, my husband is working concentrated on his electronic bugs and threads. He doesn't even hear me. The dog barks happily on her mat. She's always so happy to see me. "I am late", a voice in my head keeps repeating somewhere at the back of my head. "Ha, ha ha, you are late, lazy one!" Nobody seems to care about me being late. The dog licks my face and then barks loudly in my ear. I teleport myself...
J was late for work yesterday morning. Unusual and frustrating. I needed to leave on time to put the kids to the day camp. Every minute of delay meant an extra couple of instruction barking in the car in order to calm the hysteria on the back seats. Half an hour later than usual, there she was. We exchanged greetings, I asked her to lock the door behind me and I left. There was no coffee on the kitchen counter therefore I quickly decided to go grab some pads from the mall before I returned home...
Resilience: the ability of a substance or object to spring back into shape; elasticity; the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties; toughness. Imagine you make a hole in the sand. Within seconds you cannot distinguish it's form. Imagine a balloon. Squeeze it. Within seconds it will regain its round form. Take a human heart. Smash it. Within seconds you will not be able to know whether it will recover its form again. Within years you will still see the scratches on the surfaces. Some hearts harden, some remain flat for the rest of the time they need...
It smelled like coffee today on the highway. I opened my window to sense the breeze on my face. The never-ending hideous tail of the car monster was huffing and puffing for kilometres on end. I was late for my training. I was listening to my kids' quarrel when calling my husband to check on them. He had heard the news. I heard the news...
Waking up on a numb morning. Grey skies outside and in my heart. I drag myself out of bed and I promise myself I will make a difference today. I still slip from time to time in the carousel of images that were projected on all screens possible yesterday about the massacre in Zaventem and Brussels. My heart shrinks, my teeth clench. I think of those who left this world and of those left behind. I suddenly realize that my heart physically cramped whenever I saw images from the airport and of my ex-colleagues working there. I...
I stepped out of a coaching session irritated and disturbed by the constant buzzes I was receiving on my phone. I cursed silently my forgetting to turn it off completely, especially as I was already busy from 8am. I apologized to my coachee as I realized I could not maintain my focus through our conversation. I had to have a look. A cold shower of deep pain, sorrow, angriness, a million of "why's", and excruciating silence inhabited me when I read the news on Zaventem airport being the scene of terrorist attacks. My heart froze, my mind dismissed...
