“On Language” – NY Times section
13 Dec 2010 Scrie un comentariu
in highlight of the day, in English, Ny Times in English, zilnic
Despre asta am postat si pe Fbk, insa nu am putut sa ma abtin sa nu astern un semn de carte si pe blogul personal. AM descoperit linkul gratie lui Penelope Trunk, aka “Brazen Carrierist”, si de cateva luni il accesez periodic. Il reomand tuturor celor care au avut limba engleza ca dragostea dintai, celor care o folosesc zilnic, dar si celor care vor sa afle informatii de la o sursa credibila, avizata si spirituala, conectata la cotidianul unui oras fascinant, New York.
“Halloween is coming…
29 Oct 2010 Scrie un comentariu
in Halloween, highlight of the day, in English, zilnic
…we ALL say Boo!!!!”
IN spite of my well known reluctance to attend formal events, and although my body is desperately craving relaxation at this very moment, I am more than certain today was a blessed, happy, fulfilling day for all the participants. My school and implicitly my group took part in an extended early celebration of the Western holiday known as Halloween, the night when all witches talk and all ghosts talk,All Saints’celebration. I usually refrain from adopting other peoples’holidays, mainly because romanian spirituality boasts so many wonderful stories, transposed in traditions that lasted for centuries, many of them still bringing tears to my eyes when in action- WInter traditions, spring festivals and so on. The only way I can rejoice and feel that I am contributing something to my children’s spiritual growth, is by seeing the joy in their eyes as they dress up, dance to familiar songs, empowered by the presence of an authority figure in their family- showing everyone how much they have grown but at the same time being a tiny seed that awaits the beneficial sunbeam to pierce the soil. Part of the reason I do my job with so much dedication theat sometimes it hurts(literally, as it is today, my back acting out again)- is that satisfaction one gets when seeing joy in little children’s eyes. It cannot be bought and it cannot be recreated, it can only be captured in special moments such as was the case this wonderful morning.
exhibition by DHOOM
18 Mar 2010 2 comentarii
in in English, zilnic Etichete:"these are a few of my favourite things", Pakistan, pashmina
part of the reason I prefer to work for an international school is the fact I get to learn about events such as this one: an exhibition of Pakistani artifacts. I just love the way food and traditional clothes define a people. Therefore, this afternoon I took half an hour to browse lovely pashminas and delicate kurtis- shawls and blouses on display in the lovely home of an expat wife. I’m posting the pic of the logo and of the enormous pashmina I plan on wearing in many different ways, including as a blanket.
saying goodbye
21 Iul 2009 2 comentarii
in in English
Everyday I wake up thinking about the chores we need to fulfill in order to get through the day, about work, bills, the children being in school at the right time, grocery shopping, creating a menu for tonight’s dinner. Too much time spent planning, building, imagining strategies, too little time for meditating. And if I do find the time to meditate, most of the thoughts that come up relate, of course, to daily worries. I used to take the time to think about unsolved problems, about phone calls I needed to make, about unfinished business at work, sometimes even about death and illness. I fell into this routine one too many times.
All went on and on and on. And then one day, I got an e-mail from an old friend. We had been co-workers for a year or so, he’d been my mentor and coach, then he got a job in Africa and had to leave. He wrote in a very narrative, detailed way about his life there. Quite a long letter. As I read it, I started recollecting interesting conversations we had had, things we had learnt together, things I learnt from him etc. And I started evoking tender memories of the people who had meant a lot to me at one point in time, and actually, there were quite a few.
Then and there, I realized that my moments of meditation could become just that: recollections of people that meant something to me throughout my life. And they did, making me understand that life, real, exciting, full of vivid pictures, is made from the memories of people who touched it. This thought helps me a lot when I have to say goodbye, because now I know these people will always stay with me, in a special way. I can always bring them in my life again, draw them in, to feel like they never left.
