Back in Time

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Life’s a Candy Store.”

I would wish all my family together – both sets of grandparents, parents, sister, aunts, uncles and cousins, and have a family day, with a swimming pool and ice cream on hand. They would all bring a plate of their most famous dishes – my aunt’s cremora tart which is like a lemon cheesecake, my maternal grandmother’s home made pies etc. My dad would be the bearer of gifts as giving gifts is one of his ‘love-languages’. And we would have a feast, celebrating each other and the essence of life. Hold up! The cynic in me has foreseen a problem in this fairytale day, as we have chain-smokers on the one hand and vehement anti-smokers on the other. #blessFamily. Okay, I would wish them all non-smokers for the day (I’m in the non-smokers camp). Problem solved.

And very thankful I am for memories of souls departed, and times spent with grandparents and favorite aunts etc. Experiences my children will never have.

Soulmate?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Yin to My Yang.”


Soul Mate: Someone who is aligned with your soul and is sent to challenge, awaken and stir different parts of you in order for your soul to transcend to a higher level of consciousness and awareness. Once the lesson has been learnt, physical separation usually occurs.

Life Partner: A companion, a friend, a stable and secure individual who you can lean on, trust and depend on to help you through life. There is a mutual feeling of love and respect and you are both in sync with each others needs and wants.

http://foreverconscious.com/the-difference-between-soulmates-and-life-partners

I have a friend who is the total opposite to me. Extrovert, opinionated in the extreme, stubborn, a leader, charming when he wants to be, and an alpha-male. He can be infuriating. We sat next to each other on a training course ten years ago. I was expecting my son, and resisted any form of friendship with him. He joined our company soon thereafter and our families both relocated to Sydney at the same time. A few years back he worked in the same building as myself. After many years of trying he succeeded in getting a conversation out of me. He promised we would be friends forever. They have moved to another city. He said his promise would always stand, we would always be friends. Sweet-talker. He is different to all my other friends, being of such strong personality and with a temper. It caused me to realign my definition of friendship. Is it possible for heterosexual male and females to be friends only? Is it appropriate? Can I be friends with someone who has a temper and whom I fear on a deep level, like being friends with a lion? Do opposites attract? Does that make a soulmate? Another soul my own has attracted in order to grow and evolve. As opposed to the definition of life-partner, of which my husband is the chosen one.

Vision

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From the depth of valleys deep
A vision rises into view
Of peace and hope that’s mine to keep

My whole heart and soul and more
Accepts the vision of thy grace
I will forever thee adore

Santa Claus

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “When Childhood Ends.”

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I recall an ‘adult’ coversation I had with my mother when I was all of six. I remember receiving a little black radio for Christmas amongst a whole lot of other gifts. I went to my mother in the kitchen and asked her to be honest with me. Does Santa really exist? She turned to look at me, are you wanting to know the truth? Yes, I replied, I’m here to ask. She said to me, your Dad is Santa and the gifts are from him. I felt so grownup to be told the truth, and to be in on the ‘grownup’ secret. It was strange looking at the gifts and knowing that they were not randomly selected by Santa, but by my father himself.

Footsteps

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I will listen to thy whispers
To what thou hast to say

Thy leading and thy guiding –
Forsake me not I pray

My heart will be thy crown
I will ne’er thy love betray

Thy footsteps I will follow
Until my dying day

For I love You, oh Lord
My hope and strength and stay

Mondays are Mine

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Must Not Fail.”

In the few months before I met my husband I was requested by ex-colleagues to join a startup company. I was between projects so was not busy at work. I decided to go for it, receiving a good increase in the process. From the first day I knew it was not going to be for me. At times I would be left in a small office by myself with no one to talk to, and systems to learn. I’ve always worked in an open-plan office. I am somewhat reserved so it is not that I spend my time chatting to the others or making heaps of friends, but I like having people around me. To put me in an empty space for hours on end is never going to give me warm fuzzy feelings. I learnt the software and persevered. There were defects in the software that made it difficult to work with. Being the only engineer, I ended up working days, nights and weekends. My stress levels rocketed. My nails were torn off, nerves shot.
In the meantime my role at my previous company had been filled. I remember getting a phone call from the new engineer asking me about some code.
One day, after six months of this elevated pressure, I had enough. The system kept on randomly crashing, and I couldn’t deliver to the clients. My nerves gave out and I couldn’t go on. I started crying and could not stop. I was 25 and had no support system. There was no one in the world I could turn to. I had met someone and starting dating him. I was so fond of him, thought the world of him. He eventually couldn’t handle a manic-me, falling apart and turning into a crazy lady. He left. I was devastated. More tears. My mother had passed away a few years back, and my grandmother whom I was very close to had also recently passed away. It was me on my own. I called my previous manager. Do you have work for me please? Yes, come and see me tomorrow, he replied. I did, and after a short break I went back. On the first day of my return I met my replacement. He had a lovely smile. But when I tried to chat to him he just kept busy. Oh well. Leave him be. He’s busy, I get it. And my heart’s just been broken I’m not interested in men anyway. This was in the October. In the January we started working on a project together. The following January we got married. But I haven’t changed companies since then. I continued to work for the same company in Australia. They were partly responsible for my relocation. And I’m still there. I guess I’m too scared to leave. Last year I had enough, seven years in Sydney and it’s time. It was offered that I take an extended break, with my position still held. So I did, I had four months being a stay-at-home Mum and loved it. And I only work four days a week, Mondays are mine, it’s a privilege I don’t want to give up!

Kindness Both Ways

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pay It Forward.”

Tell us about a time when you responded to an act of kindness with one of your own.

Thanks for the prompt suggestion, roses4151!

A few months back I had the most awful migraine. I wanted to die. It was a Friday and my husband was in meetings, he was not taking calls. BFF was out of town and an hour’s drive away. Already having overdosed on painkillers with no effect I was a literal mess. My head felt like it was about to explode. I texted a random message to a friend from my church who lives close by. Can you take me to the dr pls? Her car was being serviced so she had no car at home. She phoned around and organised a car from another friend. She collected me and took me to the doctor, waiting with me until I could be attended to. Having no family in Sydney means we have to sometimes rely on others when it is family we would normally turn to.

A few weeks later we were able to help out when her daughter was desperate for help on a school IT project. Clever IT husband-of-mine was able to be the hero-of-the-day!

Breaking Sun

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Change.”

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Sun breaking the clouds
Light streaming through
Dissolving sky’s curtain

Change

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The minute before a new hour ticks by

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Change.”