Thursday is the only weekday evening i am free and can stay home in case i decide not to join my husband at his yoga class. The last couple of months have been so busy that i often wished to escape somewhere else from this horrible crowded city where evrything is so fake and profit oriented. The profit of the matter at its peak. I dont know how many years will pass before the trend will change direction. People talk and move like robot, there is no grace in the air, no sense of profound love an compassion. Some days are so heavy that the need to go walking barefeet on the grass during the day is overpushing. Tonite i will paint somebody similar
I presume you all know where ego is located in the brain. In case you have no idea about brain deepest anatomy and functions you are still on time for that. It is very easy to understand & useful to know. Here is a species of fish with a big ego which made me laugh a lot. Besids the fact that it seem to have been tatooed Chinese characters with black ink on the body too!
15 reasons why it s good to know own Mr Ego.
because it gives a tremendous opportunity to laugh about your self and have lots of fun with your personal nuts!
because it helps you understanding the real purpose behind your actions, dreams, goals…
because it clarifies for you the purposes of other people ideas in your circle or groups regarding activities, projects ecc. you are involved.
because it gives you the last chance to face your ultimate stupidity.
because it gives you the last chance to understand the meaning of your feelings.
because it gives you the golden chance to distnguish between ego and self confidence, which are two very different aspects of personality.
because it helps to prevent general painful troubles with others.
because it will give you a vision on a large scale of how things move in the community you belong to.
because it will help you to connect with other people who know their Mr Ego too (they are special and sometimes rare)
because it feels like an amazing satisfiction with no other comparison to silent the ego thoughts.
because an egoless life is much smoother and neater than an egoful life.
because it gives you clarity and dynamism of thinking.
because it makes you different and precious in every place you go.
because it will build like a shield of protection around your personality and space of action.
because it will move your attention on new things, very smart.
they are like in Southamerica, with supersimple ” tiendas”, stores selling basic food, staples, clothes. Lots of hairdress and nail art places. Lots of people sitting in the shadow, chatting or resting. They are not large. Mostly silent. The buildings are very interesting, usually each one is a house for one family; they are developed in height on 3 or 4 floors. Many have been built in the last five years, pretty young and smart in design.
I love families in Viet Nam. I met different people, young working couples with kids. They have helpers at home and enjoy the tremendously well known traffic every day. Everybody knows about the chaos provoked especially by rivers and rivers of motorbikes. Also taxi-motorbikes of course. Here we got caught by heavy rain on a Saturday night.
Here I am again reporting first hand experience from one of the most crowdie and culturally varied places in the world, the Asian center for affair and finance, where the professionals keeps monitoring worldwide economical situation and the standard man/woman stays at office until eight or nine every day. I live in a local neighborhood close to the northwestern boarder with the mainland and every evening I see streams of children in kurtas and punjabis from Arabia or India in the street; they live here with their family and go to local schools too; their mothers buying potatoes and greens at the market when I am also there. Simply colorful and so beautiful.
Now it will begin a reportage from last Thursday and Friday: in a period of time of 48 hours a scary universe discloses to my eyes in one block! I just want to share it with you; there is even some comic side in it! In no order: 1. I go for throwing the strawberries leaves in a basket placed behind the girl who is sitted at the reception in the dance studio: she literally jumps off the chair for two times thinking that some kind of monster maybe is moving towards the basket. 2. Here it follows the scary adventure as it has been told by a friend who is looking for an Indian shop at the upper floor of one of the most ethnic and multicultural mansion in Hong Kong downtown: “ I see all these black men an I am with the direction written on a paper. They are kind and they really want to help me, but I am too scared and I am running in the building with them following me saying: don’t run, we just want to tell you where the place is”. I know this mansion very well being situated not far from my workplace: it is probably the only corner in the all city where you can literally spot bunches of faces from everywhere. It sounds so exciting, here I know the Indian uncle upstairs, he fixed my ghagra for an extremely cheap price, I come here alone to buy Coconut oil, bangles and Bollywood movies: some shoppers are really familiar to me. Moreover I use to do money exchange here when I need non Chinese currencies; they have some of the best conversions, even better than at the bank sometimes.
3. While walking towards the train in the metro suddenly somebody gently hugs me half from the back, I just turn my face to see and smile: it’s the same friend I met in the morning and she’s going: aren’t you scared? 4. At night I am making tea in the kitchen of the Yoga ashram of the city and a lady comes in “wow how do you do that? I could not be able to do it, and you know why, because I am really scared to turn on the fire”.
Now when Friday night arrives and I have been the receptacle of all these “scared of” testimonials I feel really shocked. In the kitchen I was just turning on the fire of the stove with an electrical gas lighter, a skill which requires a simple coordination of both your hands.
It’s true that the news are simply disgusting, everybody is saying so; the economy collapsed. Few weeks ago a colleague visited my desk for asking something about a product or a deadline but it was only an excuse to chat and soften+discharge his scary feelings about the fact that another company like ours had just fired more than 50 people the same day.
Do you know the joke from a 4 years old who is praying: “And forgive us our trash baskets as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets.”?
Bombs are exploding in our cities, children are being assaulted and violated, families being displaced and attacked…there is so much trash accumulated in all our baskets and so many others who attempt to make it worst. But this is not a good reason to live our days with the stable feeling of “being afraid of this and that”. I mean we are divine. The divinity within us has to take full control so that all these stupid ideas are automatically blown away.
This is the train of life: chuk chuk chuk…. Rail chalee hai Jeevan ki
Hasna rona, jagna sona, khona pana sathie hai dukh-sukh
chuk chuk chuk
raat aur din is rail ke dibbey
Aur sanson ka engine hai
Umar hai is gadhi ke pahiye aur chita station hai
Jaisey do patri hai vaisey saatha chaley duck-suck
Chuk chuk chuk….
Pap aur punya ki gathri bandhey satya
Nagar ko jana hai
Jeevan nagari chodh kar hamko Nirmal Nagari aana hai
Yeh bhi soch lo hamne kya kya maal kiya hai book
Chuk chuk chuk….
The Kagaba (Kogi) people of Columbia in South America have a belief in Aluna, ‘my Mother’, as creator.
The mother of our songs, the mother of our seed, bore us in the begining of things and so she is the mother of all types of men, the mother of all nations.
She is mother of the thunder, the mother of the streams, the mother of the trees and of all things. She is the mother of the world and of the older brothers, the stone-people. She is the mother of the fruits of the earth and of all things. She is the mother of our youngest brothers, the French and the strangers. She is the mother of our dance paraphernalia, of all temples and she is the only mother we possess. She alone is mother of the fire and the Sun and the Milky Way. . . . She is the mother of the rain and the only mother we possess. And she has left us a token in all the temples . . . a token in the form of songs and dances.
She has no cult, and no prayers are really directed to her, but when the fields are sown and the priests chant their incantations the Kagaba say, ‘And then we think of the one and only mother of the growing things, of the mother of all things.’
One prayer was recorded: ‘Our mother of the growing fields, our mother of the streams, will have pity upon us. For whom do we belong? Whose seeds are we? To our mother alone do we belong.’
Everytime I see a spectacular and beautiful building rich in vibrations I feel reborn. Everytime I see fatiscent or poor in style and beauty buildings I have to struggle and try to ignore the energy they emanate. Where I live for example there are very few if no one great architectonic testimonials. There is a modernity which is brought to an excessive end and an unbelievable lack of true beauty. That kind of beauty of a building which is drenched with gravity, importance and elegance. It seems that these real beautiful examples of edification only belong to the past times. I feel much more satisfaction into the eyes and heart while looking at old and well mantained constructions than to the more contemporary and new ones we use to walk around everyday in our busy cities today. How lucky are you? Are you surrounded by true beauty in your place? Or do you have to travel on a trip to see them?
[photo by photopoetry]
Moving from the center to the south of Hong kong during one sunny weekend.