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Cleansing the Streets

“There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.”

 (William Shakespeare)


Soul Searching

Taken from Dodinsky’s ‘Garden of Thoughts’


People of the World

“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”

(Howard Thurman)

Images from the World: PEOPLE. I absolutely love this cube book.


All the Fun at the Fair

Sizzling sunshine and tents galore, friendly faces and a whole lot more. Intimate talks with respected scholars and teachers, knowledgeable wisdom from intellectual preachers. Soft songs in front of a glowing midnight bonfire and breathtaking devine recitation to lift our spirits higher. Crowds of worshippers praying on the lush green grass, for the sake of The One, united in mass.

Sleeping outdoors, under the stars is always a thought that makes me tingle with delight. One of my greatest memories of sleeping outdoors was two summers ago while staying at a country house in Morocco. The evening humidity and the warm temperatures drove me to set up my mattress outside on the upstairs balcony. Having laid my blankets and cosy pillows down I was amazingly comfortable gazing at the night sky above. Luckily for me it was the night of a meteor shower and with my binoculars in hand, I was able to view the spectacular starry display of what appeared to be rushing shooting stars, but were in fact flashes of red meteor light. I will always remember my night of star gazing and appreciate that heavenly sky.

Last Week I attended an outdoor camping festival, an opportunity I took without hesitation as that previous memory re entered my mind. I have had various other outdoor trips since the one in Morocco, but that night will always remain at the forefront of my memories.

As I packed and prepared for the trip, I made sure I took with me the all important air bed. I am pretty used to ‘roughing it’ whenever undertaking any travel adventures, however I did recall my last camping endeavour was one of the worst night’s sleep I’ve ever experienced; freezing cold temperatures as I lay in a washed out tent during a thunder storm, the lumpy ground beneath my aching body and no leg room what so ever. That’s a tale for a whole other post. I suffered plenty on that trip and I wasn’t prepared to go through such an ordeal again, so air bed it was then!!! (It may seem as a cop out, but hey, a good night’s sleep revives you for a great day ahead.)

At the camp, blowing up my dear air bed proved somewhat of a challenge. Having taken a hand pump with me I set a spot out on the grass and begun to pump up. I spent the best part of an hour pumping up the bed, aching arms, beads of sweat dripping from my forehead, and still it wasn’t completely filled.  Thankfully at such events you will ALWAYS find kind-hearted individuals willing to offer their assistance. I love that about these types of gatherings, you witness people expressing their caring, compassionate traits towards others. There’s a sense of community and everyone tries to help each other out. So thankfully, a lovely woman with her family, having witnessed my exasperated state, offered to blow up my bed using their electric air pump. I was more than grateful and accepted the offer. No more than 2 minutes later my bed was bulging. Wow!  It was done so quickly. I laid it down with my sleeping bag and blankets covering it, and starred down with a sigh of content. My oh my I was in for a cosy night’s sleep! 🙂

Five days of fun, frolics and fascinating wisdom. The ‘festival’ provided all the necessities and activities for a pleasurable, entertaining yet educational experience. It was a weekend of families sharing ‘quality time’, children’s elated laughter illuminating our surroundings. A casual trot around the grounds on beautiful horses, while birds tweeted their daily reports overhead. Teachers providing intimate programmes, breathtaking sunsets, a late night sing song session in front of a blazing bonfire. Sipping scrumptious cups of hot chocolate while sat under the sparking night sky and making new friends to share it all with. It truly was a tremendous trip!

Under the shade of the tree

Drifting Ducks

Serene Blue Sky

Child's play...for adults 🙂

Pleasing Patterns

Comfort First

Unity under the sun

Amazing Air Show

Amazing Air Show...showing off some tricks 🙂

Spine Tingling Sunset

Firework Display

Fierce Midnight Bonfire

Tea Time - Slice of cake anyone?

Anyone got the time?

Juicy Jams

Beautiful Blue Sky - Helicopter overhead

Fierce Midnight Bonfire

Love Time


Reflection

“Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.”

(Khalil Gibran)


Polish Pleasures

Being a member of the European Union, Poland is fast becoming a well recognised place around these parts; or rather I should say the Poles themselves are becoming a familiar fixture within our communities.

About six years ago I undertook an International Youth Exchange project with some young volunteers, working alongside a partner organisation based in the Republic of Poland. This was a tremendous project which allowed both partners to explore each other’s countries, cultures, societies, traditions, etc, and it was very successful in doing so.

After the completion of this project I kept very strong ties with my new Polish friends and have since visited them on many occasions. It is always a great pleasure visiting friends and one family in particular, who have become my own ‘polish family’.

I have just returned from a week long trip In Walbrzych, (aka ‘Forest Mountain’) which is located South West of Poland, where my friends live. This beautiful location is known for its luscious green surroundings, tall protective forests, hilly mountains and many castles. It’s a great spot for walking trips as well as fishing.

It had been a while since my last visit to Wałbrzych, but as soon as I stepped off the plane I was met by the warmest of smiles. I could see my old friend Mariusz beaming through the glass, he’d come to greet an old face 🙂 It was just as I had left it (with a few developments through town) and it felt even greater being welcomed back. A sense of ‘home’ hit me instantaneously. Aahhh! It’s funny but I find myself saying that quite often. Either I’m easily pleased or I tend to leave a small piece of my heart in the places that are the most significant – usually places where the ‘people’ themselves have made an impact on me. I am eager to lean towards the latter.

Even though the weather had been pretty grim, I spent the week taking in the cool calmness of the town as well as the neighbouring ones. I revisited the infamous Kiasz Castle which is located on a steep rock by the side of the Pelcznica River. It boasts 400 chambers and over 200 fireplaces and in 1941, it was taken from the owners by the Nazis in order to shelter Hitler’s headquarters.

Aside from the castle, I also took a tour around a large historical underground mine dug out by the Germans. Hearing the tales of what went on here, the purpose, the vision, the goals, it was almost sickening to know that such cruelty and violence was possible. Towards the end of my tour, we were asked to hold a moment of silence, in remembrance for the victims who had endured great suffering. As I lowered my head in respect, many images raced through my mind, people in pain, slavery, oppression, brutality and suffering all over the world, of people who have been victims of all wars which have continued over these many years. So-called ‘powers’ influencing societies allowing the production of destructive weapons. My heart bleeds for those without a voice!

On a lighter note, over the week I had re-experienced the uplifting energy that comes with residing in the countryside, viewing breathtaking landscapes every morning through my bedroom window and not to mention the outstanding fresh food I had to eat every single day I was there. I am actually extremely impressed at what I consumed during my time in Poland. Coming from a culture of fast food restaurants, heavy meals, drive through’s, all you can eat buffets and eat-until-you-drop mentality; it’s often difficult to actually taste and enjoy our food with a relaxing approach. We’re told that the cheaper it is the better for us, and so we consume shovel loads of not so great food.

This week in Poland gave me the opportunity to eat the freshest of ingredients as well as be educated on the natural process of organic foods. I stuck with a vegetarian option for the week and I must say I actually feel quite cleansed inside. It’s strange because I do eat meat, and I enjoy it very much, but having decided not to eat any for the duration of this trip I feel like nothing is clogging my body and it has been cleansed. I feel lighter and perhaps it is due to the most amazing vegetarian dishes that were cooked for me. The fish had been freshly caught and grilled, the soups, again freshly produced and also the most amazing cheesy pastas that my taste buds have had the delight in experiencing. With simple food and its natural flavours oozing from it, meal times were a much welcomed occasion. If only I had taking shots of ALL the dishes I had eaten, hehe!

I have really been inspired to try some of these recipes now that I’m home, but we’ll see how that goes. Perhaps I will post a few of them up here – if I’m successful.

Watch this space!

A decadent dessert

A bowl of scrumptious soup

My crib for the week 🙂

Breathtaking landscape

The calm lake in front of the house...so serene!

The family garden - gorgeously green

A fabulous forrest

View from the top of the tower

Tea anyone?

Tasty treats, yumm!

Polish treats

The family garden

The family garden

The family garden

Gardens of Książ Castle

Water feature - Książ Castle

Gardens of Książ Castle

Gardens of Książ Castle

Wałbrzych town centre

Polish cathedral

Polish cathedral entrance

View from the dinner hall

Doorway of the castle

500 year old tree


Sensational Sunsets

“We sleep, but the loom of life never stops and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up to-morrow.”

(Henry Beecher)


A Firey Sky

“Red sky at night, sailors delight; red sky at morning, sailors warning”


The Emerald City

The Emerald City

The hustle and bustle of the souks in the old medina oozes a wild and crazy atmosphere.

The heat of the morning sun isn’t strong enough to wipe away

the joyful smiles from the faces of the local market holders.

The gleaming green that surrounds the city adds a soothing and serene ambience,

a backdrop against the noisy and fast paced rush I see before me.

As the sun disappears into the night sky,

the humming of the majestic darkness wraps me like a warm blanket

as I stroll down the once bustling streets.

The silence of this calming night contrasting those sounds from only a few hours ago,

transport me to a spiritual realm where only a few have ever known.

The cool night breeze flows through my hair

and caresses my face as I continue to stroll along.

The starry sky envelopes the medina

and shines upon the path before me,

allowing me to tread with ease,

unlike the fiery burning sun that concealed the secrets of this beautiful spiritual place.

As I glance to my right I notice a night crawler cat,

purring as she too strolls’ along the empty labyrinth streets.

Two different species experiencing one environment in their own magical way.

With a great sense of protection and security

we both float along the streets of the beautiful emerald city.

(Poem by Me)


Norwegian Landscape

I received an invitation to take a trip along the coastal towns of Norway. If I’m being completely honest, I didn’t really know too much about Norway, aside from the fact that the capital city is Oslo, they have a Norwegian Monarchy and that their currency is the Kroner, I didn’t really know much else about the place. So I suppose this trip was a wonderful opportunity to learn about the country, the culture and the people.

I arrived in the city of Stokmarknes where I (and my travelling buddies) was warmly welcomed by our Norwegian hosts. They drove us up to the lodge site which would be our main base for the duration of the trip. It was a moderate sized location, green, natural setting just off the main woodland area. Rows of small wooden cabins stood at the sides of the area creating a welcoming, outdoor, pleasant atmosphere. Nature was to be my best friend on this trip, well not completely, as I would be sleeping on a lovely cosy bed in my cabin. So I guess nature and I met half way!

My first morning there I awoke to the sounds of chatter coming from outside my cabin, realising that it was time to meet the group for breakfast. To say I was feeling a little groggy would be an understatement, for someone forgot to mention the fact that during the summer period in Norway there is no sunset for approximately four or five months. 24 hours of daylight? This was definably going to be a challenging and a unique experience for me.

Having overcome my initial shock of this ‘midnight sun’ concept, I was able to enjoy the days at a much more relaxed pace, fixing a routine in my head about appropriate sleeping times. I suppose it is a psychological state that when we see daylight outside, we think we should be up and about, doing things. But during the evenings here was a situation whereby I had to reside in my cabin, draw the curtains and try to fall asleep, knowing full well that the sun was out shining its rays upon the land. The curtains alone weren’t strong enough to shun the sun’s radiance, so it was upon me to use some initiative and stick long black bin liners to the windows, creating a dark canvas. This trick worked a treat. My room was now a shaded vessel, somewhere I could sleep contently for hours.

The lodge site was a wonderful environment to meet fellow travellers; people from all over the world had come to visit. We set up a large log fire in the centre of the outdoor site and invited other campers to cosy up by the warm fire. Yummy marshmallows were distributed and we all felt a sense of warmth and comfort. It was especially interesting hearing the tales of people’s travels, places they’d seen and people they’d met. We would stay out for hours on end, not realising the time – again due to the constant daylight.

I have learnt that Norway is known for nature attractions like mountains and the midnight sun. It is also famous for its fjords, two of which, the Geirangerfjord and the Nærøyfjord, feature on the UNESCO World Heritage list. The Sognefjord, the longest of them all, and the Hardangerfjord, famed for its cherry and apple trees are among the most visited. Stokmarknes is a very small town, and not largely populated. It is known for its beautiful sights and natural surroundings, many of which I have been blessed in viewing.

I was told that trolls are an important part of Norwegian folklore. They vary in size and appearance, but are invariably ugly and messy creatures, and always mischievous (if not downright nasty). They usually live in caves or deep in the forest, and only emerge from their hiding places after sunset – legend has it that they turn to stone upon contact with the sun. Several places in Western and Northern Norway have been named after them, such as Trollheimen, Trollstigen, Trollhatten and Trollveggen.

The group and I were invited to pay a visit to one of these troll fjords to see for ourselves. Although having been informed about them turning to stone upon contact with the sun, I wasn’t going to see any trolls this time around. Early morning I equipped myself for our planned day out along the Norwegian Sea. I embarked the large sea boat which came to shore to collect us and prepared myself for what was to be an adventurous journey.

Western Norway is famous for easily accessible fjords and mountains. We set sail in the direction of these fjords, and I felt a thrilling sense of excitement in my gut. To be out in the midst of the natural world, with only natural creation surrounding our sea boat, this was somewhat of a moving experience for me.

A few hours in, we were suddenly met by some very ghastly weather storms. Enormous waves came crashing against the boat thrusting it from side to side, up and down. I was thrown in all directions as I stood on the deck. I’ve never been sea sick before but this wild weather was causing my stomach to churn, I was feeling nauseated and before I knew it, I was almost about to vomit. In a panic I rushed over to the boatman and frantically informed him of my state. He gave me one powerless look and said “stick your head overboard”….and so I did!!! Thinking about it now, I feel extremely bad that I fed my recycled breakfast to the oblivious fish down in the deep, but I could not contain it any longer. That breakfast was mighty scrumptious in the morning but I couldn’t bare to think of the outcome.

“It tastes a lot better going down than coming back up” (Albert Einstein)

After almost an hour of this intense, heavy storm, the waves begun to slowly calm down until eventually the sea had just about settled.  I made my way below decks where the boatman instructed me to lie down along the seating area to rest myself. He handed me a glass of cold water and some dry Rich Tea biscuits. Apparently there is something about the texture of the biscuits that settlers the stomach. It acts as an absorbent. Hmm! Who knew? 🙂

Having relaxed for a while, my eye lids slowly became heavy. I realised I was actually tired from the lack of sleep so far and also the intense stormy weather that I had just been faced with. But no sooner than my eyes shut, I was abruptly awakened by the shrieking of excited voices coming from above the decks. “Come quick….. A WHALE!!.” Wow, I had never seen a whale in real life and so I willed myself to re-energise and view the spectacle.

A breathtaking sight! A beautiful large blue whale swam over the surface of the sea, showing us her stunning magnificence. She splashed and swayed so close to the boat, it removed all my previous anxiety. I was awe stricken. It was as though she was dancing in the water, to a sweet melody in the breeze; and we were her audience, gazing in amazement. To this day, it is a sight I will never forget!

We sailed over the vast Norwegian Sea, and now the sea had completely settled. We sailed at a very steady, calm pace able to enjoy the great views of the fjords and waterfalls around us. We pulled up to a harbour, disembarked the boat, and strolled around the mountainous locality. A fine chance to stretch my legs and keep my feet grounded for a short while. Soon lunch was to be served and by now my stomach was craving a refill of fuel.

There is nothing better than a lovely lunch, shared with friends amongst the beauties of the scenery of the Norwegian landscape….troll free (for this year at least). With various mountain climbs, boat rides, and other exploration, this journey through Western Norway has ultimately been one to remember.


A Million Stories

A Million Stories

A million stories

I know you’ve got one too,

inside your memory, inside your heart.

Don’t let that story fade,

grab a pen, paper and glue,

share your mind, let it free, your world’s a work of art.

And your story’s about to start.

You can change the whole world,

with just one little word,

so write one down, get it ready to send.

What places have you been?

What truth have you heard?

My poem is done, but your adventures never end.

So go and pick up a pen my friend.

(Poem by Dawud Wharnsby)