Thursday, March 28, 2013
You may not know it but we have been together for a year now.
You wouldn't be here if it weren't for some people.
My creative writing teachers who gave the opportunity to practice writing.
My favourite bloggers whom I learn from every day.
My friends and family who cheer me on and are also your Readers.
All the other Readers I don't know by name yet, but who have found or might find their way here.
You are small, but we will grow together.
I promise to water you with my ideas and words, hold them dearly.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Things shouldn't be like this. I should not be looking at piles of snow mocking me as if telling me there would be no walk with spring in each step, only careful treading on ice. I should not be gasping for a breath of warmth every time I go out....
Only a week ago I had these thoughts in my head. I felt guilty about whining about the weather with every person I met. I didn't think it made anyone better or more optimistic. After all the weather is something we cannot control, then why focus so much attention to useless frustration. And yet there was this nagging feeling of refusal, "I do not want to wait for spring anymore!, I want it now" everything in me screamed. I was surprised to discover the intensity of bitter feelings inside me.
And then a few days ago I found myself in a car coming back from a day trip from another city to Warsaw. It was evening and the people in the car were silent. I think we were somewhere half through our journey and it was that moment when you have discussed the day and drowsiness settles in. I was sitting in the front seat next to the driver and could hear the quiet music on the radio. It was an opera piece. It was snowing, just as it had been all day. I watched the snow flakes fall on the road ahead and I could not but be drawn to their beauty. I had been denying the beauty of winter landscapes for the last few weeks, as if admitting it would mean that I had given up on spring. But there I just instinctively let myself into the music and the rhythm of snow flakes. Something released in me. A wave of serenity came, a deep sense of calmness.
I still feel that kind of calmness about the weather. Does it mean that I don't get irritated about the weather or stopped wishing that spring came? No, absolutely not. I am still yearning for spring and checking out frantically every morning whether some bits of grass have not started to show up. I am irritated with my running nose and cough. I might even continue complaining about the weather with the people I meet.
But something has changed. I allow myself to enjoy the sun rays reflected in the snow and the warmth of teacup held between my hands. I don't feel such a poignant refusal of the cycle of nature. I guess I simply feel better with myself and don't think the world is trying to play an ugly trick on me.
I did not do anything to feel differently and I do not take credit for it. I did not give myself empathy or meditate. It was just one of those moments which come unexpectedly, as a small gift from nature.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Today my certificate of completion of the mediation course arrived by post.
With each new skill, each new competence that I learn, I ask myself when is it actually the moment that I become that professional, when I can actually declare my new identity. For a long time after my studies I was not confident enough to say or even write "I am an interpreter/translator". I would say " I do interpreting" or "I do translations".
Even though I have the paper in my hand, I have done my first mediations I am not sure if I can already say " I am a mediator".
Perhaps there is that question behind " Am I skilled/educated /experienced/sought out by clients/successful.... enough"? Where is the balance between going for the goal of being that person you want to be and affirming the place as you are in the very moment?