A Few Thoughts Prior To Valentine’s Day and A Quote

VAlentine’s Day

A Few Thoughts Prior To Valentine’s Day and A Quote


How are you feeling?

I feel in love.

I am in love with life.

Moreover, I feel content with myself.

I have stumbled into some of my photos from 2016.

And I like myself much more today.

And when I say that I like myself much more today, I am not referring so much to the human in me. Rather, the woman in me.

Although I like to believe that I have grown, overall, into a much better version of myself.

Nay, nay, nay!

Turth be told, I think that I have extracted, verily, the essence of who I AM: 100%.

Especially, given the Divine Pause God has gifted me.

Can I give a heart-felt Alhamdulillah: "Thank you, God"?

And, sometimes we stumble by chance into people on our way and we simply know: they are part of our story.

And that’s love, baby.

Their being there, right by our side, in the Garden of of Our Heart... that’s magic.

That’s the best continuous, perpetuous love story.

All the roses populating our hearts are our family to hold and to cherish.

That’s oxygen, baby.

While talking to the Painter of Words, two years ago, I had felt grounded earth, enrooted, verily, in its sap.

Rain, tempest or scorching sun, the roots ... hold the turbulences.

The word in Spanish comes to mind: LAS RACINES.

Las racines de mi ser, las racines of my being.

A gentle kiss on Victoriei Avenue stemmed from a box and it breathed calmness, tenderness and life.

What now?

I live it to God.

I must blame it on my racines… my Damascene roots which, oftentimes, get me into a kind of trouble when it comes to my fitting into a love story. Hope to stumble into the "right" one now, before yesterday...though!

Altogether, Osho's inspiring words at the end of this post boost arrows of patience.

For, Rosebuds take their time to bloom.

So do I.

Me and my being, we are something of a Rubik's cube.

For I have stemmed out the bloody loop of the past decade, for me, into a brand new fragrant bubble.

And I know.

I am yet discovering who am I in terms of womanity.

Please believe me when I say I have got no clue what the woman in me is about, nowadays.

I have traveled,

I have worked to the bone,

and I have bled….

Nevertheless, I have only had the time for the Lady in me, during this pandemic.

It’s been marvellous and wonderful.

It's been WOW!

Indulging the night cremes and applying them with a gentle massage until they'd soak — in.

The slow living or shall I call it — the living?

Yes. Having stepped out of the "now morning coffee, now mascara, now send the e-mail through, now clients, now rush to the airport, now land, now speak, now coordinate, now implement, now go on, now give away, and give away, and give away" labyrinth, one comes to appreciate life when it gives you moments to Breathe,  Be, and Enjoy simple things as applying a night creme to one’s skin.

Creme + Skin = Self-love Beauty Ritual
Being + Joy = Life
Me + rses = LOVE
VAlentine’s Day

You know me. I keep walking, no matter what.

And writing. And reading. Hence now that I have added

photography to it, can you imagine what a story it’ll

become of it?


Full of bubbly roses.

And I know.

I Know that I simply CAN’T put up with a frequency that

does not feel cosy.

All I know is that when something trips through… and

you have given it the "yeast" of the moment and some

space/air and yet, it is not growing, that’s how I know I

have got to keep on walking.

And I Know.
I know that I hang on beautiful hearts.

If anything, hearts have exuded roses and jasmine into

my life.

And I CAN’T.

I can’t do, without.

For they are simply the Air of Damascus… the Feel of Home.


What of you, my dearest?
How has your refill of "Rose Extract” been, of late?
Hope you’re having a wonderful time amidst the Garden of Your Heart.
VAlentine’s Day

Until next post, please be in the knowledge that I love this quote by Osho… it breathes inspiration into the Garden of my Heart:

"If you want to bring roses into your garden, forget about roses and take care of the rosebud. Give nourishment to it, water it, take care that it gets the right amount of sun, water. If everything is taken care of, the roses are destined to come in the right time.
You cannot bring them earlier, you cannot force them to open up sooner, and you cannot ask a roseflower to be more perfect.
Have you ever seen a roseflower that is not perfect? What more do you want? Every roseflower is perfect in its uniqueness. Dancing in the wind, in the rain, in the sun — can't you see the tremendous beauty, the absolute joy?
A small ordinary roseflower radiates the hidden splendor of existence. "

Love is a roseflower, says Osho.

Valentine’s Day

Photos: Pinterest 

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