Understanding

Is it true that people can only understand what you are trying to say only based on their perception?  There is a saying “To be loved is great but to be understood is profound”.  How often do we come across people that mesh with our souls like no other,  build a foundation based on opening that side of yourself that was hidden from the world,  you think “Ahh this is it”  he/she understands everything I am,  only months after feel as if that person does not really understand you at all.

Sometimes we create our own scenarios by our thoughts, our decisions,  what we allow, what we don’t.  Funny though.. in every situation,  what one person takes for granted someone else is praying for.  In life things are simple if we just read beyond the words, if we feel what someone is trying to convey.  “The desire to share comes with the desire to be understood”.   Sometimes how you bring things across can be considered an attack but most times it is a cry from within someone just saying “I feel”.  If you didn’t matter would anyone be trying to share what hurts them ?

Listening has become so difficult in this ever changing world.  To listen with your soul bypasses that which you hear.  That resounding feeling that you get when someone you love is trying to allow you inside them.  That feeling of knowing that with just a little understanding comes deep connection.  How we view others, what our perceptions are is not sometimes what things really are.   Listen,  you will hear,  Listen, you will feel.

Some cut the very foundation on what something was built on by just disregarding others,  by throwing what they think or feel aside because they think it should not be felt.  Who are we to dictate what someone else feels.  I am not talking about the times where people just make issues out of nothing but even in those situations it is still a cry to be understood.  That person is trying to say “please just listen”  I want to be heard.

I went to a gathering and in that sacred space when I closed my eyes I found something that I thought I had lost recently.. “listening to my own voice”.  Just as we would like to be understood by others, we ourselves have to understand ourselves.   That truth that resides within us that allows us to have that “aha moment”.  Listen to your own voice and don’t lose it by trying to sing someone else’s song.

I asked one of my friends to go with me to that place but in talking with her — her mind changed from going to not going.  I wanted to understand what she was feeling as in her words didn’t give me what was going on in her mind.    I just had to close my eyes and understand the words she didn’t say.  And in that moment … I understood.

Find the wisdom to go beyond words.. find the ability to not take things as attacks but rather someone trying to make you understand that which makes them feel.  You will be surprised how much you can learn and how much peace you can create within.

“Happiness is the journey, not the destination” .

 

 

 

 

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This entry was posted on April 9, 2018. 2 Comments

The Conquest

 

How can one read the intentions of others when it is so carefully crafted in words that will make your heart melt ? break down the walls that you thought would never come down. These were the words that came to me from someone that almost found herself shattered to pieces based on the falseness of intentions all wrapped with a beautiful bow.

 

How can you tell though? But you eventually see everything for what it is. You were the conquest, the chase, the challenge not really anything else. Like anyone else the belief in words are short lived when actions change and people forget the promises they made blindly to someone else’s soul. Some love the tit for tat games, some are all about me me me. How do you get over this when someone takes you on the most beautiful ride and then in an instant you feel like strangers?
I can tell you how… not by beating yourself up about why you allowed this person in but by understanding that all the walls you had up and all the things you didn’t want happen happened. Some in such a short space of time. Some love the idea of being in love.. some care for the sexual side of relationships more than they do the emotional connection. Some sabotage things just so they can move on to the next conquest. I smile when I see these things happen.. it gives a whole new light to things.
It brings you to your core but more so it teaches you the strength you are made from. Sometimes relationships go from one to the other and as the years go by you look at someone and say .. “I have never felt this way before” and I have come to realize that line may be true at the time but sometimes someone else can come along to make you understand that you can feel even more intensely.
Souls connect.. sometimes for a short time.. sometimes for a very long time.. they step in when you needed them too and sometimes they fill a void that could not be filled before. To be able to move on we have to understand why we allow these things to happen.. why do we trust? Why do we need to feel the intensity? Why do we want things so badly … it all comes down to us wanting to feel genuinely loved and when someone hurts that we feel everything is destroyed within us and we never open up again.
On our beautiful journey lies the souls that will rock our very core.. the ones that come in the beautiful bow that you think that you would never want to be without but sometimes you must do what is best for you… Honoring self is sometimes the hardest thing to do. Listen to that voice within.. it never steers you wrong. Change the stars someone once said to me but you cant really change the stars can you ? you can only view their alignments differently. It is all up to you,, it is all up to me to make anything that is in front of us work… if a link is weak the chains will eventually break.
Don’t worry to much on the breaks but concentrate more on strengthening the piece you were left with.

 

This is ME!

I have been having so many conversations lately. Many of which makes my soul weep. Many of which gives me different insights on how people perceive life, how weak they are sometimes in giving in to the matters of the heart, how strong they are to face the trials and tribulations that come their way and most of all how the reactions and actions of others tug at their heart strings.

 
I have so much information in my mind that I wonder sometimes how people get through their days. It often concerns me. I realize that all I talk to is searching for that one thing that is so hard to attain sometimes. That peace within. That happiness that they think lies in someone’s smile, someone’s message, someone’s call, someone’s email, someone’s ability to make them feel they are worth something.

 
I am not excluded from the equation, we all go through that period. I talked to a friend recently and her words to me  “I just want to know so that I can move on”. Funny how your soul waits around for permission to do what is best for us. We stay, hurt ourselves because we feel we have lost, we feel we don’t know how to get back on our feet and get the strength to face the world. We feel like we cannot find happiness in anything, we fear, we cry, we hurt and most of all we give others permission to do whatever they like with us.   Ever wonder sometimes how it can be so easy for others to just not call, not text, not email.  They just vanish sometimes?  Making you wonder was everything a lie?
Why though? Why do we allow it? Why do we feel this, is it insecurity within ourselves that we think we cannot make it? Is it not trusting the journey and the people that are there to help us grow? What is it that we need ? The reassurance that we are worth something ? We are more than something. We are everything.

 
There is a song that I heard in the movie “The Greatest Showman” “This is me”. It is time for us to be who we are, no apologies. We have to not allow the trampling of our hearts, not allow others to devalue us, not allow the people that say they are friends to use you for their convenient gain and then toss you aside when they are done.. IT IS TIME TO STOP. Walk away from the ones that mess with your soul, no more permissions to trample.. no more permission to others to hurt you. THIS IS ME .. NO APOLOGIES.. just beautiful in our own essence.

This entry was posted on January 15, 2018. 2 Comments

The Constant

Weird name for a blog post won’t you say? What can this possibly be about. We have so many constants in our lives that sometimes it never hits you until it hits you. There are people in our lives that are constant. These people are the ones that make up your family but they are binded by blood. I am not speaking of them, I am speaking of the friend that no matter what they will find themselves there for you. How beautiful is that ? how sacred that can be.

I remember one time someone I considered closest to me wrote me a letter, for some reason last night I came across that letter and in the end it said. “If you ever need me, please just message, it can be a few days from now or 10 years from now.” I am and will be a constant. The letter actually brought tears to my eyes as they turned out not to be a constant but more so a distant memory. We have so many reasons to give up but we never choose the reason to stay. I also remember another saying and this feels so true for me. “If you cannot handle me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best.”
While reflecting I came to another realization that one more thing is constant and that is change. Life is hard sometimes according to Ed Sheeran… that man was so right in his song “Photograph”, we wait for people to come “home”. Not knowing these people set up their own mansions elsewhere… there energies channeled in the things they see as important.. They end up taking things for granted and leave you to your life while their journey and yours move on.

Sometimes you are stuck in a place where you wonder if to try or if to just close that chapter in your book. You sit, you stop and think of all the laughs, the times you would have to hold your stomach laughing and it makes the trying seem so worthwhile. You think of how easy it was to say anything to these constants. But to me if you have to try to get things back then that is a realization in itself. Things happen, of course it does and we learn what is important and what isn’t, but when these constants just take you for granted and allow friendships to go down then it is time to understand that the person was here for a reason not a lifetime.

That’s where the sadness is and you feel like kicking yourself sometimes when you realize how much energy you put into the ones that even have lied to you from the beginning of the friendships. You bypass that and find the souls warmth. You find the good in everyone and build on that from the ground up.
We have all loved and lost but that’s relationships for you. Friendships however sets that foundation for you to handle the changes in life. Not sure if anyone saw “Girls trip” it is that group of friends that stood by each other no matter what. When they walked away they found their way back. They would see each other at their worst but still find the blessings in the union. They are the ones that know “YOU”.

Take heart and don’t let the constants that you thought you had leave you with a broken heart. In the song “I hope you dance” it said “When you feel like giving up, reconsider”. Smile because it happened and take from these constants what they were meant for. The journey of a lifetime starts with a single step. Hold the hands of the ones that are willing to hold yours and never let go and find in it the beauty of what we call friendships .

This entry was posted on August 19, 2017. 2 Comments

A Trip Down Memory Lane

 

I remember when I was 17 or 18 I got one of the hardest heartbreak.   I remember standing in one of the side streets in Port of Spain waiting to see him.  Hoping he will at least talk to me.. I remember talking to him but strangely enough I could not remember anything else after that until I got home.   Tears streaming down my cheeks I walked down the street and got myself a car to take me home.   The driver asked “Are you ok ?” I said “not really,  I just want to get home.” 

Everything was a blank to me… just hearing the words you don’t want to hear .. and then the pain like stabbing in your chest like you just can’t think of how you are going to face tomorrow.  I thought I knew it all.   I remember running up the stairs and straight into my room.  Tears could not stop … then the familiar voice walking down the corridor “Sheeda, you home ?”  She walked in my room .. saw me in tears … She quietly sat on the bed and pulled my head on her lap.  She passed her hand on my hair and said.. “You have so much more of this to get my dear child… don’t cry.  She dried my tears .. hugged me and stayed with me a while.  Then with a straight face she said “I will go for his ass”.  That made me smile.  And I so believed her.

I remember her telling my father later that evening and he came to me .. sat next to me and said “Bayti don’t you cry, your father is still alive.”   I remember thinking what do you guys know ?  You don’t know how this hurts like hell.  I felt like I was the only one hurting .. Like no one understood me.   I remember waking up to my mother bringing me a cup of tea the next morning.. Asking “are you ok?”  And for many mornings she will do that.  She quietly understood. 

I remember not getting into any trouble with my dad for a while for he would just make jokes and want me to be ok.  But one evening my father said “Pray, ask God to take away the pain and he will.”  I was ok in a couple days.  I started to see that no matter what you do or how you try to make things right or say what you want people will always do what you they want to do regardless of how it affects you or anyone else around you.

My mom was right … I had so much more to go through and I did, and I continue to do so as each day passes.  The ones that hurt the most, the clearer the lessons.  I neglected their words sometimes,  I did what I wanted to do.   I didn’t realize then how much it also impacted them.  I didn’t realize how much tears they shed for me just to be ok.  I didn’t realize that until today… I am still learning lessons even in their absence.

Today I thought of my Mom a lot .. tears would not stop falling because I want to rest my head on her lap just one more time.. for her to say those words “Everything will be ok”  you can hear those same words from everyone around you – you tend not to believe it .. but when it is said from those two blessed people – you believe it. 

I didn’t realize a lot of things till now…I didn’t realize how memories can have an impact on you later on in life.  How the little things seem to mean the world.  How the only two people that could make that difference in your life, when they are not there you feel like an orphan.  No husband, child or family can make up for that emptiness within.  I kept listening to a song I came across today “Om Guru Om” and it resonated with me so much that all I can think about is the love these two people gave me unconditionally.

I feel so guilty for not being around more… for not spending more time with them.  We get so caught up in our own affairs that we remember only when it is too late.  I miss them with everything I have inside because when I break and the loneliness steps in there is no one there… That force,  that driving force that protects.   When you feel safe in the silent words.  When you feel within that everything will always be ok because no matter what they are there.   Mom and Dad you was right .. right about everything. 

May the skies protect you now with the light of his consciousness.  May the gurus of that realm hold you in that unconditional love that I long to feel again.   May God keep your souls for me until we meet again.   Thank you for being my parents. 

This entry was posted on February 2, 2017. 7 Comments

Home

 

Lately I found myself depressed for many reasons  ..  mostly for things that are beyond my control.  I saw death in front of me yet again, all the old memories came rushing back.  We learn the lessons for a short time and then we fall back into forgetting the things that are important, only for that lesson to hit you not too long after.   Watching someone die is one of the hardest things to face.. some expected, some unexpected and we are forced to go through your life with them in review.  Some things you regret not doing and some you thank God you did do with them.

 

I remember growing up in a place I called home.. memories of my dad putting up a Christmas tree in the shape of a triangle on top of our house.  Memories of him buying lights every year against my mom’s wishes,  he would throw it in the nearby bushes and ask me to go take it out the box and put it together with the other lights so she will not know.   It was home to me until they wanted to build a plaza on that same land and we were asked to move.   We moved to another place for a couple years until it was time to move to a place my father owned.  We were waiting for the renters to move out.   Going down there I was afraid, new people, new faces,  there were people loitering outside our house all hours of the night. 

 

I remember we had to hang our clothes all over as the place was under renovations.  We had to live in dust,  cleaning up every single day and most of all not sleeping comfortable in your own room.. We had to endure quite a few things before we can even call that place a home.   But looking back now I remembered my Mom making lunch in a very small kitchen, I remember seeing my dad walk home every evening from our small grocery we use to have.  I remember that among all the arguments we celebrated so many things.  I remember sitting with my family and talking about the times we lived in the both places we came from previously.  Each place had its memories.

 

A house is all it is … it is the people confined to that house that makes it a home.   No matter where you are … You can be living in a shack or a mansion.. it is the memories you create that makes the difference.. it is what makes that house a home.  I sat with myself recently when my mom passed away and I thank God for one thing.. that I never suffered for anything.. they made decisions that allowed us to have the life we have now.. they made sacrifices for all of us.  I never thought about it till now. 

 

Recently I looked on the book shelf of my old home and I saw a set of Encyclopedias that my dad bought us one Christmas..  I remember thinking “Umm where is the bicycle I wanted?”  when everyone else was getting a bike we got books.   But in the coming years it was those books that helped me with my homework every single night.  

 

We sometimes don’t understand decisions or choices our parents make but they only did the best they could do.     Sometimes you just don’t see it as we are all caught up in the desires of the heart.  We always get caught up in what we want and what we need.  We all have been there – I too found myself there. 

 

We always want to be somewhere else than where we are .. we don’t make the best of what is right in front of us.   No matter what house we live in – it is not home.  Home is when we close our eyes and we don’t have that life in this shell of a body.   We wake up to that beautiful place that we all came from .. So for me it does not matter anymore where I live… what matters is that my real home is waiting for me one day,  but for now I am grateful that I have a warm bed and a place I can call my own. 

 

 

 

 

 

This entry was posted on January 12, 2017. 6 Comments

Death ask no questions

At 12.03 am a voice mail was left on my phone from my mom… It said “Sheeda Sheeda come come” .  It was  the voice of fear on the other end of the phone that something was about to take place that no one was prepared for.   At 12.04 I returned the call without checking the voice mail and again on the other end was someone that you spent all your life with at the end of hers. 

You can feel it within you and all you want to do is be right there with them… time did not permit me .. Death waits on no one … it ask no questions.  It does not ask “Are you feeling ok ..would you like me to hold until your children get here?.  It does not ask  “would you like a couple more minutes?”  It does not ask “Would you like one more meal?”    It does not ask anything … It just sweeps in when you least expect it. 

I spent the last words saying to her… Mom “I am on my way” .   Death did not wait on me.. it didn’t care if this woman  spent all her life taking care of me and my siblings.   I learnt some valuable lessons in one day…  Just one day — where death swept in and took her away.  Everything became so crystal clear.

Old age is not a disease…  it is something that each one of us may go through if we don’t die young. We will get it in so many different forms but rest assured we will taste of it…  My mom if nothing else taught me patience… I held my tongue so many times … She taught me to think before I talk… better to stay silent if you have nothing good to say. 

I found myself irritable a lot lately having to answer the phone a hundred times just to answer the same questions… what I won’t do to hear those same questions over and over now.. There is a saying “You don’t miss the water till the well runs dry”  and so true it is.

Find the time to spend with family and friends… someone ask you for something and you can give them it then give it.. you never know where they will be tomorrow.   Bring a smile to the lips of those around you for as long as you can.  Treasure that which you have no control over .. “time”  it is not ours.. 

It is amazing that when tragedy strikes all you remember is the good times… the bad fades away.  You see the good in the person .. Everything shines.  If only we can live like we are dying .   Take time to understand that which is beyond your comprehension… and always remember “Death ask no questions”

Rest in peace Happejan Ali… you will always be my mom.   Thank you for all you have done for me.   I was blessed to take you around the Kaaba and still that cannot make up for one drop of milk you fed me.   I will miss you more than you know.. Love you Mom  .

 

 

 

 

This entry was posted on December 15, 2016. 2 Comments