Corrupted purity: Chinese poetic mastery meets contemporary reality

My short poem about corrupted purity was inspired by some of the eternal truths shared in the poems of perhaps the greatest Chinese poet Du Fu. Also known in the West as Tu Fu (712-770) he wandered during China’s vicious civil war by the Yangtze River, the hotbed of Chinese naturalist culture. The realism of his masterful blending of the abstract and the concrete innovated Chinese poetry from his time on. As a poet-historian his panoramatic and truthful description of the suffering he met along his exile in far West and Southwest of China back then still reverberates in the hearts of humanity today. His grasp of Taoist philosophy speaks to us with a spiritual depth so profound that it is timeless.

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Alone in Her Beauty is a gorgeous poem about the nature of the self and how it is influenced by the feuds of power and society far away from its truth. This is my favorite excerpt from this poem. Let it flow and tickle your conscience.

“… The brook was pure in its mountain source,

But away from the mountain its waters darken…”

Du Fu as translated by David Hinton in his anthology of Classical Chinese Poetry.

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Here is my contemporary rendering:

My soul, the purest cup of blood

Bleeds out with more lies told

Corrupt by desires of society

I imprison my heart in the tower of vanity

~ Joy

Corrupted purity is not irreversible, we can cleanse our souls from the dirt of lies. In India the burden is called karma, in the Western catholic tradition we cleanse ourselves from sins though repentance, but in general liberated authenticity is what leads our souls to the Eden on Earth.


Pandemic travels: what they’ve taught me about humanity in the crowded world we live in

Glamorously we got so used to traveling beyond the two holiday trips per year that taking the cross-border experience away feels like a galactic loss. Pandemic travels have changed our perspective of global roaming around liberally. Responsible behavior can take away ostentatious expressions of free-will, yet what is NOW more important? Without the rule of law, humanity tends to slip into anarchy. As the millennia of failures broadened our understanding, policing ourselves does not generally work. Nevertheless, in some regions or states people behave more mindfully towards others. Usually in places that do not pamper the ego, glaringly inflated into harmful heights, but instead cherishing humbleness and politeness.

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Pandemic travels of a better human being: be savvy and respectful

Curbing one’s appetites is not fun, yet we know deep inside that it is good for us. Unless, we emotionally blind ourselves. In a fair and constructive democracy as much as in any morally strong society, one’s behavior shall not harm the others. You have the right to destroy yourself, but do not infringe on the wellbeing of other living beings. Our distinct law systems globally agree on mutually regarding benefiting humanity as a whole.

In the case of invisible harms, such as deadly viruses it is extremely challenging to reveal the proof of the perpetrator’s guilt. Yet, you can kill by simply not wearing the mask and not following the hygienic protocols recommended by the health authorities. I am not exaggerating at all. These are no conspiracies (to rule over you clean and safe body!?), but plain facts known by trustable global organisations and science. These simple rules were unceasingly followed by the world’s most sensible people and those who can curb selfishness, desire and ego in following them. I learned that we shall strive to be but a shadow, to express ourselves but do not leave a permanent imprint on another life along our path. This is showing a pure respect, and still more healthy self-expressive than invading others. Our mere presence can be destructive. Would you desire another person to sabotage your wellbeing?

Still, if you must seek role models, here is one in tune with our tech-forward times. I find myself typing in the Silicon Valley. Here everyone meticulously wears the face mask even on the hiking trails and while running in the wide open space. There are many super smart people living around Stanford University, won’t you agree? In terms of health, I would do what they do.

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From Europe through London to California the self is present

During my limited travels over the past year some behaviors stroke me like a naked octogenarian running across the Times Square. In Los Angeles, the closer to Hollywood you get, the less masks are worn. Hiking up the trendy Runyon Canyon, all the Insta-cool bare-chested, spandex folks bared their faces and did not mind social distancing. The same self-obsessed, public safety disregarding behavior I abhorred at London’s Hyde Park during the strict lockdown. That weekend in early March, me and my friend were the rare strollers wearing our facemasks in a place so crowded that Trafalgar Square during a demonstration would equal the density. Vicious new strains were recorded in parts of London by that time. Those folks would even protest wearing masks as infringing on their personal liberty. Where have we got in our democracy?

Have you thought of the nation where winter tourism was born? The most liberal country in Europe next to Sweden kept all the ski runs opened throughout winter. Taking the safer cross-country trails, luckily, perhaps it was the mountain breeze that protected us from any contagion in the vast open space. Switzerland is barely a nine million nation that also has lakes to its merriment. Boating is so easy here and so is hiking on the countless trails for the rest of the year.

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Shed fear by embracing safer options: the vaccine debate

I got my second shot of Pfizer in the US and I am gratefully relieved off the others’ irresponsible behavior. Vaccine passports are a smart idea. If we want to keep traveling, we shall take responsibility for others’ health that our mere presence can seriously undermine.

Vaccines have saved historically countless lives. Millions of babies would not have survived beyond their first months or years. Potentially, our entire species would be extinguished by this millennium, when hopping on a cheap plane can spread any disease with a handshake. Therefore, facing the challenge of Covid 19 and any emerging dangerous strains, one cannot more agree that without the effective vaccine one should not be allowed to travel unless under a strict, supervised quarantine. During the past pandemics almost a half of humanity perished. Blame your government for being so slow enrolling this proven mass protection, science shall be applauded for the heroic speed it took to find the cure.

After passing our vaccine protocol, we still can carry the virus and can be contagious (luckily much less, but still) so wearing the masks in public is still better advised until we defy this vicious virus together. Whether I was in Italy or Beverly Hills, I was masked up. Interestingly in the later many more people wore the masks on the streets, while in Italy, so badly hit by the first round of Covid, had plenty of “chin warmers” socialising around.

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Give up planning, embrace last minute opportunities or staycations

So, where to go now or perhaps soon? Planning crossing the borders under the current global emergency imminently slips into last minute arrangements. I was one one of the rare travellers that still whizzed between countries and continents over the past year. Yet, the main reasons why I have not contracted and not contained anyone else with the virus were: wearing the mask responsibly, meticulously cleaning and wiping my hands, my studious husband’s following the data and safety announcements with his sharp eagle eye. His planning around escaping to safer countries just before the numbers plummeted in France, Italy and Switzerland got us to the Bermudas, Florida’s beaches, England and California. This cost him days if not weeks of planning and constant changing. Frustrating, but with the right attitude icebergs melt. With only a few quarantine books and sweatpants in my suitcase we decided one morning to book a flight to California the next afternoon. Lots if paperwork, but worth getting our vaccines sooner than most in Europe did.

Rare opportunities must be grasped before they fizz away like a Jin from a bottle, yet a pandemic that still kills millions of people requires also a vigilant savvy of last minute planning combined with realistic forecasting skills. While being mostly an optimist, my mindset does not ignore the gravely reality. Yet, seeing the flip side of occurrences helps to balance the scales of judgement, shredding off fear. When life-death is on the line or serious consequences abound one must trust not just the guts, but follow the reason without the cloud of affective emotions. While yoga teaches clear vision and guides to higher consciousness, India, it’s birth country, is having its red light now in the pandemic. Not everyone is a true yogi in India, and more the chaotic life and density of humanity together with poor healthcare system trapped millions in the virus’s malware.

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Clear horizons, embracing nature holidays

Literally, the ominous 2020 had the potential to bring clear vision to our lives. The eye doctors must have rolled up their pupils though. While giving you a 2020 rating for the physical quality of your sight would be pleasing, most of us could not see through the emotional and self-indulgent fog in our minds. That potential of a strange year dwelled in going in rather than outside. Psychologically, reclusive introspection is highly challenging. As my intense online study with the C. G. Jung Institute in Switzerland revealed, the individuation or self-actualisation is achieved only by a few dedicated people, Jesus and Gandhi are the few to name. Yet, we shall strive to learn enough about ourselves so as we age we become better stewards of our life. The pandemic offered a tremendous opportunity to do so and not virtually alone. Online, plenty of meditation and learning opportunities were offered free of charge. Still, we need to get out often for the sake of our sanity. Cities were off limits, so I have spent about four days in large metropoles during my pandemic travels (excluding obligatory quarantine in London). I had to battle an inner bug instead.

I have a travel virus, ever since I first ventured to Italy, lived across Asia and journeyed to South America, there was not a stop sign that would keep me in place. More on the road than at home, I was that odd human being who still managed pandemic travels during the ominous past year. Safely, as I mentioned earlier. Each trip being multiple-tested, wearing our masks and never let the housekeeping mending our room at hotels, no gyms, only nature walks and bicycles moved us around. It felt great to connect with nature, less noise, no crowds, a blissful feeling abounds.

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The summer of 2020 was wonderful, but Europe especially is paying for its liberal indulgences of socialising and traveling as if the world was in 2019. The initial restraints of spring did not carried happily into fall, thus we are in a much worse situation in the round II. While most traveled to the Mediterranean beaches in July and August, we headed to the virtually empty central Europe. The Alpine hikes and bike rides were as amazing as my horse riding, and so was Prague, the architectural gem of Central Europe spread like a magic carpet to our spacious indulgence. Pandemic travels took us also through Provence late spring, Burgundy in June, Austria and Germany in July, Liguria and Milan in August, the timing was key.

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Later, turning winter into an opportunity my sister with her fiancée snapped a bargain in Maldives. A reclusive island stay cannot guarantee access to best healthcare in case of an emergency, yet one had to weigh the pros and cons. Before 2021 spring hit they went to a safari in Tanzania and suntanning in warm Zanzibar. They were lucky though, as this was by far the riskiest trip of their lives, and they even had not idea. Ourselves being number-cautious, we embarked for the Bermudas. The most magnificent catch of that trip was that it was overwhelmingly local. Highly popular with cruise ships, the Bermuda beaches tend to be packed with tourists, but we had the sandy windswept coast just to ourselves, plus a few locals. Paradise! Further warmer countries offer more outdoor space for dining, which is far more safe than being limited solely to the indoor restaurants.

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Love, family and the pandemic

I do miss all the people who lift me into a smile, puzzle my philosophical mind, challenge my perceptions, dance with me around their gardens or night clubs, yes, social distancing sucks, to be honest. Yet, there are other pleasures in life to rejoice in. Like food. Indeed, there is more in the daily fuel, sugar rush to satisfy or swirling pans in your kitchen (plenty of flips and turns around our stoves during the pandemic). Love goes through our bellies (someone said). Although being in love can make you forget eating as much as that comfort of food can feel like being unconditionally loved. Since Czechia had done very well during the first wave of Covid, we embarked on visiting friends and family during the summer. I published a series of photographs of the gorgeously deserted Charles Bridge that felt as spacious as before the fall of the iron Curtain. Ourselves isolating up till that summer, we were a small danger to our beloved ones, so we met everyone outdoors for jolly meals and recuperating walks. Glad, we did. I have not seen any of them since August (now, May stroke me out of the blue). The country dawned into the dark abyss of being the worst country in Europe in fall and winter, there was no gate back until the measures were long and strict enough to lower the spread of the virus.

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Art, indoor exhibitions and live music

As much as I missed social contact, I was famished for art! While museums, theaters and galleries shut for most of the past year, short gaps opened their collections to the public. Pandemic travels proved to be more interesting when the art institutions were able to reopen. Most had to limit the number of visitors and that was a fairytale come true for a true art and space lover like myself. I indulged in each painting, sculpture and installation wholesomely.

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In Vienna, the halls of Albertina, usually crowded with tourists, were deserted so I could meditate over the paintings by Wilhelm Loibl. I could truly connect with them, not barely glimpse over these framed artefacts.

In San Francisco the museums required advanced reservations and some were so popular that I was only able to find a slot for the Frida Kahlo exhibit at the very end of our California trip. I honestly do not miss the overcrowded openings at museums where one cannot fully engage with the pieces one likes. The limited attendees numbers suited me selfishly well.

We were unexpectedly pampered by a wonderful guitar and singing at Laguna Beach in California. As if the All-mighty ordered the musician at our first meal out in months. Set in a canyon just behind the beach, the alfresco experience rejoiced our hearts.

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Exercise and wine tasting

I love the outdoor gyms! While some hotels already embraced breezy workout before the pandemic stroke, others set up some exercise machines on their terraces or by the pools. I felt so much more invigorated and gushing with joy after a peloton ride outdoors. In California, I took my first group class since October. While being limited to six participants on a rooftop, we all sweatted massively though our mask coverings. This group suffering connected us and encouraged our effort in a “cardio” yoga (it is extremely challenging to breathe properly during a cardio workout in the mask) taught by a kickboxing instructor. Regardless of being fully vaccinated, I joined the others in respect, not anger at the “stupid rules”. Mostly though, throughout the year we hiked even in the snow. I also finally met the almost two thousand year old Methusela. This redwood stalwart feels so overwhelming live, perhaps a group of eight could hug it. As if the tree spoke to me in its ancient tongue, approving of my increased time spent in nature, I became more sensitive to the magic life surrounding me beyond cities. The forest is as lively as a metropolis, yet to my mind it feels grounding and wonderfully joyous that no indoor exercise can provide such a profound sensation of zest for life.

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Wine tasting also embraced safety protocols. By appointment only and vastly in the outdoors, protected by tented roofs or umbrellas when needed. I cruised Napa, Sonoma and the Santa Cruz best vineyards with a greater awareness. Limiting the number of wineries to one per day. Each occasion took close to two hours of welcoming generosity, strolling between the vines or sipping by an outdoor table set in the midst of the vineyards.

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While I encourage joy on La Muse Blue, I also suggest seeking balance. I’m not a reforming preacher, yet perhaps we need the Renaissance of values-driven society to remedy the selfish individualism that plagued the 21st century men. A vast amount of serious research studying happiness (surely one of the most important aspects of our lives) confirms that attitude can move mountains, but also that a well measured restraint enhances our joy from the everyday small pleasures. Pandemic travels reminded me of how important for our common wellbeing is respecting the others’ liberty, their right to live and be healthy. Selfish behaviors will only lead to destruction. Take the Roman Empire, the corrupt Catholic clergy of the crusades, the French opulent kings, then Napoleon, the colonial superpowers and countless other overt and indulgent societies. We can change.


Tea That Is NOT Tea: infused botanicals for health, vitality and taste

The ongoing global pandemic opened our eyes to the importance of boosting our immunity. Yet the remedies include a wealth of sketchy promises that fog our well-intentioned minds. With a steam of nonsense, adaptogenic supplements and tisanes flooded into natural health shelves with a gale force resounding a cure-all manifestos on their pretty packaging. In powders, moulded into pills, in precisely portioned bags, sip at once pouches or more eco glass jars, in supermarkets, cafes and yoga studios, these dietary supplements and “power” brews do often skip a qualified herbalist oversight. Today, the health-conscious herbivore can easily consume potent drinks from countless globetrotting botanicals.

My open-minded experiences around the world introduced me to wonderful and healthful herbs. These, I share with you for a greater life balance. I want to broaden your knowledge for the sake of superb taste, not lofty claims, and in rather safe choices and doses. You will fall in love with those herbal tisanes, and thus more likely include them joyfully in your regular sipping repertoire. But first understand why these are NOT tea.

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The Seeds of Confusion: Tea That Is NOT Tea

Plant brews have been used for millennia as natural remedies in most cultures. Tea is one of them, and Camellia Sinensis infusion in various degrees of hot water spread from its far eastern provenance throughout the world. Today tea is planted as far as Brazil and the UK islands.

The word steeping in its root contains the sound tea in English, in German as Tee. Language is a finicky play with meanings, so confusion has infused the world with it. Any plant, aside from mate and coffee, brewed in water is often called a “herbal tea”. It is as if you called an apricot all the fruits! Blue apricot anyone? I’d rather have a blueberry.

In China, tea’s birth country, most herbs (together with medicinal mushrooms and various parts of animals) are used in TCM with their purpose as tonics, vitality boosters, relaxants and other active remedies. Some medicinal blends further contain dried mushrooms and fruits such as the Chinese date, jujube and goji berry. Still, no other freshly-cut or dried leaf has such a breadth and depth in taste as the tea Camellia does. Therefore, the real tea leaf has more of a ceremonial, a cultural heritage and often served as the Chinese poets’ muse.

In India, Ayurveda, the mother of systemic herbal remedies, has preceded the introduction if tea on its soil and culture by the British.

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Botanical Vitality bars rise to fame this millennium

Now, vitality bars and herbal super-potent mocktails are radiating their halos also in the West.

The Tonic Bar in West Hollywood does not shake G&T’s, but lures in entertainment executives for superfood shots, lattes and shakes. Now, the most expensive grocer in America, Erewhon, expanded its tonic bars across LA from Venice to Silver Lake.

Naturopathica‘s Vitality bar on Manhattan serves plant drinks in a contemporary apothecary setup.

In London Redemption is beyond a vegan restaurant focused on zero proof, often herbal cocktails.

In the fine dining realm, non-alcoholic beverage pairings have buzzed into creative hives for the sommeliers. A pregnant friend enjoyed a baby-to-be safe drinks at Noma with us. Almost any fine restaurant today offers some homemade shrubs, kombucha or infused sippings beyond caffeinated tea and water.

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The trendiest bars and salons pride themselves in their non-alcoholic plant infusions. The Mixology Salon in Tokyo is one of my favorites also for tea-based concoctions. There also London’s Neal’s Yard Remedies expanded to a full herb-driven cafe offering great tisanes.

In the bottled form, from the UK hails th zero proof Seedlip and the memory-friendly Rosemary Water. Nor bad is a German WonderLeaf gin or the Danish sparkling rooibos as much as the made in California Optimist Botanicals seducing with a trio of herbal extracts to blend with bitters or tonics. They are as expensive as the average spirit, but they last shorter as you  use more in one mix.

There are many more such health pits along the global roads of cosmopolitan cities.

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Herbology expanded into a decadent taste adventure

It is unlikely that you down any of the green powders for their marvelous taste, unless you froth them into a latte. Cha Cha Matcha et company tease in long queues, adding herbal options (such as lavender, seaweed and even beets, plus collagen of course) to their powdered tea menu. While health and nutrition are close friends, countless plants can be savoured in brews without necessarily drinking them for a remedial purpose. Fennel seeds are marvelous after a heavy meal, yet the brew also swifts the Mediterranean meadow’s fragrance into your body tasting lovely. Liquorice, its sweet stem is delectable in hot water on its own. Toasted grains like buckwheat are wonderful treat on a cold day. In Brittany (the popular Parisian Breizh Cafe roasts them superbly) as much as in Japan, where it is known as soba cha. For a full account of my personal favorite herbal tisanes check my recent post.

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Human imagination as wild as nature

Quirky blends spurred especially in Northern America, where marshmallows, chocolate, even cookies entered the liquid beverage nomenclature. In Canada, Jumpy Monkey by David’s Tea energises anyone’s exotic cravings. In it white chocolate meets almonds, vanilla, coffee, cocoa nibs, cloves and mate. More of a steeped caffeinated dessert than a tisane, for there are no herbs aside from the Argentinian mate. Popular candies also find their way into a blend with rooibos and liquorice.

I am definitely more up for simple, high quality blends such as Nettle and Mint by London-based My Cup of Tea ideal for spring detox energy and summer cooling off. Their Herbal Chai healthfully replaces sweet and caffeinated treats in late afternoon. In New York, the savvy Jewish owner of Physical Graffiti Tea advices on the perfect match for your immediate needs and cravings.

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How to brew tisanes

Studying pharmacognosy revealed to me the various methods for obtaining a medicinal tisane. Not because of the taste but to extract the desirable chemical compounds. A decoction is used for thick roots, you boil them for 5-15 minutes on medium-low heat. Most floral parts like stems require steeping at least 7-10 minutes, seeds can stay in the water without straining, while anything leafy is better with less time under the hot water. Always follow the instructions on the package or search online for the perfectly timed tisane.

Anyone in the health circle knows that a dose makes a poison. In some potent plants one must beware how often and how much is being used, some medical contraindications and pregnancy disqualify most herbs, so do consider herbal tisanes as a cure all, the more the better.


Tisanes around the world

I assembled a shortlist of my favorite herbal infusions by continent and in some by country of popularity. Most disseminated around as trade shipped these local traditions over the vast oceans and seas, so will probably find them in your country too. Some include brewed dried or fresh fruits and other parts of plants.

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Flowers, roots, leaves, beans, husks, grains all plant parts can be used for infused beverages

In China, the wholesome chrysanthemum flower is beloved with any meal, goji berries sprinkled into a herbal brew, fresh ginger for digestive fire best blended with turmeric and pepper for a sharpen me up anti-inflammatory kick, while gymnostemma and other tonics such as astragalus root keep the qi energy flowing.

Korean ginseng is a well-known stimulant. In New York, Cafe & Ginseng boost your stamina while shopping on the Fifth Avenue. Also lotus and quince are brewed delightfully. White lotus available at Manhattan’s Tea Dealers is an intriguing shift to a non-caffeinated Korean treat.

My favorite plant discovery in Asia the persimmon leaf, the brews from the spring wild (sensai) shoots, greens and flowers next to carefully toasted buckwheat (soba-cha) in Japan. I also enjoy the roasted black soybeans brews sold by the temples in Kyoto, yet known as kuromamecha originates from Hokkaido, and what I love is the no leftovers nature of this whole bean, high in fibre brew, you eat after sipping away the brew. Mugi-cha or Barley tea is not suitable for celiacs yet is a perfectly smooth replacement for coffee also widely available in Italy (known as orzo is much tastier than the more bitter dandelion or chicory). Mu Tea is an excellent macrobiotic herbal blend that is as healthful as tasty. In Tokyo, Kagae sells delightful functional tisanes to balance according to your prescribed natural element. I also found an olive leaf fancy box assembled on a small island of Nagasaki. The taste profile was very mild though and I prefer the oil from this potent tree.

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Kumquat fruit infused with citrus zest by a Japanese chef Toyo in Paris entered my favourite summer fruit brews. At the private dining club of Yakumo Saryo in Tokyo my birthday meal was concluded with delightful kumquat and ginkgo infusion. There are almost no limits on what edible parts of any plant can be infused into a tisane. In spring in Japan I savored Hana Wasabi brew. These young stems and flowers of the wasabi plant are often used in pickles or in cooking. Not spicy but very refreshing on the palate.

Beyond lemongrass, pandan leaf iced tea is best lightly sweetened, while blue pea flower coloring the brewing liquid stark violet is very hip across Thailand. Rosella, as hibiscus is more locally known, packed with velvety hued, sharp-mouthed Vitamin C superseded echinacea popular in the West. I prefer the more bread-like Bael fruit for taste.

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In Europe, I pick elderflower from the low trees late in spring, from my home herb pot the lemongrass-like verbena blades, spiked with some melissa (often known as lemon balm) for calming fragrance. In the Mediterranean I mindfully pick a few fresh orange blossoms to brew a perfume-laced infusion, but never too much as otherwise there won’t be any oranges if you pick all the flowers! I prefer dried Egyptian camomile (best) in cookies and shortbreads, a s I find it’s body too heavy for my taste. Linden is the national tree of Czechia, and my great grandmother used to brew us wholesome tisane each afternoon. Its flying leaves surprisingly are rarely brewed abroad.

Nettle tastes best cold brewed or in refreshing iced teas great to detox your kidneys and build the blood. My Cup of Tea in London blend it savvily with mint for an extra briskness. In spring I also enjoy fresh or dried bright primrose flowers as fragrant as steeped jasmine. Ever since I spent eight years living in the Mediterranean, rosemary drops into my water on any occasion. Cold or hot brewed, I am transported to the pine-laced coastal hikes I enjoy so much there. Birch bark is more medicinal like its kidney cleansing sap, do not expect delight in its brew. On the other side of beer are the calming hops brewed into a zero-proof evening cup. The Alpine meadows in summer inspire herb pickers into fragrant mountain blends, as diverse as each region. In Greece, Mountain Tea has been revered for millennia.

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In South Africa, rooibos is like Chardonnay. Popular for its compatibility with other fragranced spices like vanilla, its flexible quite neutral taste is a winner. Locally known as bush tea, red tea, or redbush tea it grows wildly in rosemary-like clusters. Its high mineral content adds to its appeal.

In the North, the Middle Eastern influences grew the popularity of peppermint and spices sometimes spiked with strong black tea. Spearmint or Jewish mint as the Moroccans often call it is more intensely aromatic and pronounced in the mouth. In Marrakech, I am always smitten by the vast blending possibilities on the spice market. An added myrrh sap hardened into stone-like gum (of the tree Commiphora myrrha) with raw panela hues aromatised my clove, star anise, mint and who knows what African mountain herbs blend as sweet as a cake so ideal when craving sugar after lunch. I also enjoy the cracked, not ground cinnamon bark in those blends, ideal to balance your blood sugar. Perhaps it was the Middle Eastern Islamic avoidance of alcohol that broadened the herbal spectrum of brews to included spices. Mulberry leaf is another wonderful sleep aid, and Persian rose not just flatters the skin, but I can have it in a ny form – be it dried in cookies, infused in tisane, added to gelato or bejewelled rice.

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In India, Masala spices perfume not only food but also tea. Herbs have been more used medicinally as in China. Ayurveda, the mother of systemic herbal remedies, preceded the introduction of tea on its soil and culture by the British. Ayurveda dwells in the plant realm for helping unwellness. Neem, holy basil or tulsi expanded to yogic and chakras balancing ‘teas’. Devotion to herbal brews has also a long tradition in Jamaica where hibiscus stars next to its “bush tea” made from a very bitter herb momordica charantia originating in Africa, the Mediterranean and the Middle East, but known as cerasee revered in many tropical countries. 

In South America, and mainly in Argentina, Uruguay and Paraguay not just the poor, the gauchos, but now also the wealthy socialites sip on mate through the personal metal straws (the predecessors of today’s popular no-plastic rods) and a hollow calabash gourd ornamented with carvings and lined with metal on its rim. In a 2017 New York Times article Martin Caparros wrote about this “Argentina’s most sacred drink” increasing penetration across the social classes there. “It’s a bitter drink that no one else drinks, a sharing ritual that we don’t share with outsiders.” Indeed, when I sipped on mate while in Argentina it was more about doing the local rather intimate sucking and sharing rather than enjoying its brash taste. Globalisation and the quest for the next big super herb has since then lifted yerba mate into the hippest grocers in the West. Its mystical origin in the trial Guarani allures our palates.

The same exoticism applies to Brazilian hit guarana, another energizing leafy plant added more often in a form of a sweetening sirup into acai bowls, but increasingly also found in a pure dried form on the tisane shelves. Likewise, guayusa stimulates the Brazilians for a better performance, and tastes better according to my palate.

To ease the altitude sickness in the Andes, coca leaf is steeped in Peru without the illegal effects of its transformed extract. When I arrived in Cuzco, I could not stop my weary body from drinking this local savior hopefully. Cacao husks, leftover from the production of chocolate were popularised under the name cascara. Wonderfully infused in sparkling cold brews, they make also a mild companion in lattes (preferably with oat milk). Maracuja leaves are not to be wasted either, try if you can find them beyond Brazil. I like to blend them with dried rose buds.


Why are we happier at home than in a house: the difference between a mental and physical abode

I want to challenge your concept of a home. Home is a soulful feeling, an expansion of one’s heart in place and time, beyond the doors, walls and anything that separates. Being at home is to be with yourself, connected and open. The fireplace flames cosily deep inside you at home. A house is the physical place where we register our ‘home’ address, it is functional. A home is how we feel about that place. Do I belong here, am I safe, nurtured, and able to do what I love and need to do here? Ultimately, to be at home is about you and whether you allow yourself to feel happy where you are. It is a sense of belonging somewhere. That place may be forever the same or it may change as life sails you around the far seas to new lands of discovery.

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Placing one’s home: rooting in

A home can also be a place in the public area. Many writers spent more time in their favourite café or a library that this public space became more of a home for them than the place they slept, showered and brushed their teeth. In most poor countries, a house is exactly that, a place to sleep, well and to cook for yourself and the family. There are no spare rooms, so if a child needs to do a homework for school, they might have to set up a table on the street in front of the house. Like this pony-tailed girl in Luang Prabang, Laos. I wonder where she felt more at home? With her parents, at her makeshift desk or out in the wild hills playing with other kids? It would all depend on how she felt — abusive or arguing parents do not make a happy home, noisy disruptions on the street can unnerve one, and while nature nurtures, perhaps she would prefer the kitchen hearth.

If I must insist on a geographical location, and we all ned to for practical reality, my home is near the Mediterranean sea. Surrounded by its mood-lifting colour palette that calms and invigorates me at once, where sunshine embalms my skin in a comforting, somewhat familiar care, as if I were born there once in some previous life. My home would be in a blooming garden, with magnolias and olive trees, maybe some citrus, so splendid that I forget to breathe. I sit in my home on a remote sandy beach, only birds survey my whereabouts. Like a plant that grows in the right environment, I am able to grow my roots deep in the ground there. Home is where your roots thrive, taking as many nutrients as they need to grow. It is a feeling.

Japanese wabi sabi

Beyond purpose: why are we happier at home than in a house or apartment?

I have always been my happiest out in nature. My parents had to herd me back into the house before the night fell. Only when the weather became unfavourable, I sheltered in for the entire day, anxious about the next intermezzo of sunshine teasing me out into the snow, across slippery paths and splashy roads. If only once each day, under the umbrella of an open sky on crisp, fragrant, fresh air, be it a garden or a park in a city, I was at home. Otherwise, I am just a vagabond sleeping in some bed, safe from the predating insects and men. Comfort is one of the main reasons we live indoors. Flimsy weather, unwanted animal intrusions and other people potentially threatening us lock us away from the wild world outside. Survival calls up.

Yet, are comfort, safety and survival enough for us to be happy? Any negative emotion casts us far away from home into the ghastly dessert of suffering.

Attachment is another hindrance to happiness, and some of us cling to our house like leeches, unable to ease into holidays worrying about all that can go wrong with our home, far away. Thus vulnerable any incident affects us more profoundly as if confirming our preocuppation.

We are unique creatures with different wants and needs. Fulfilled desires temporarily spark joy, but as I wrote in my musing on happiness it is ultimately the mind that decides to be happy.

Home is a soulful feeling, an expansion of one’s heart in place and time, beyond the doors, walls and anything that separates. Being at home is to be with yourself, connected and open — united with the present moment. Negative emotions cast you far away from home into the ghastly dessert of suffering.

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Invaders of privacy and fear

The homeless in sunny California, hanging out with their friends in Santa Monica or the Venice beach enjoy stunning hikes in the vast Canyons spread across LA. Yet, meeting a dishevelled man slurring over my legs in tight leggings, broke my sense of home in nature. When being invaded by a life threatening animal we need to be brave, unafraid and able to fight if we want to feel still at home outside. No-one to police or protect me either that one early morning savouring my favourite beach alone. I felt uneasy about the two refugees hiding in the sand dunes, but I decided ignoring them, kept reading my book and in a few minutes there was no trace of their presence. While this Mediterranean beach is perhaps my favourite place in this world to dwell, that very morning I was very uncomfortable. Ever since I arrive later so I am not being there alone, but the magic was lost. Do you feel more at home just by yourself or do you prefer many people surrounding you? Our sense of comfort and safety differ with character. One keeps the heavy door shut at all times, while another is happier to lounge on one’s open lawn welcoming passers by.

Portuguese architecture

The symbol of the House

In archetypal terms, the symbol of the house includes your body. When you breathe with awareness or meditate, do you feel at home with yourself?

You must take care of either to function properly. Yet your home is also your spirit, and that is why countless superstitions emerged with ensuing protective rituals such as blessing the door or burning sage to ward off bad spirits. People can be so sensitive at their house that they use feng-shuei or crystals to balance the energy in each room. The first objects I brought to my latest rental apartment were my soul crystals. I placed celestite and clear quartz exactly where the caring landlady had her own precious rocks previously installed. My gesture of respect for her home she claimed left unwillingly.

The self is the house protecting the ego. A child constructs its own house of his/her self. Later, through our own room if we are lucky to have one or as adults we express ourselves through the house we create and share. It is an entire realm. In astrology birth charts are divided into 12 houses bound to the time you were born in.

Ovid brought the charity aspect of hospitality to our attention, when in his Metamorphosis a cottage turns into a temple caring for the needy, offering them drinks and food, a genuinely open house.

Home is a place welcoming friends and family. The Greek goddess Hestia kept the home hearth warm. Hospitality includes comfort. The temperature must be pleasant, so floor heating is the one luxury I find the most enjoyable and useful in any house with cool climate, particularly in bathroom.

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Stereotypes and homes

Domesticity used to be more a female urge as men mingled in the public spheres of clubs, jobs and pubs. Girls and then women dream about their own house. As girls we built our first homes in the sand, the trees, even in the wardrobes of our parents bedroom — I did it all. Creating one’s own home as the physical place seems something so deeply embedded in us that once we get it built or reconstructed, we become so attached to its flesh, the tender limbs and firm core that we cannot leave it for too long. Our rituals, daily schedules, our oxygen-sharing indoor plants, pets, the garden, all call our attention. Yet, do we have time for all this today? With the rising equality, women spend more of their life building their careers and social connections outside their abode, and they need help. Busy, without a family or a partner, the same old truth knocks on our soul:

Our home becomes our lover. It is necessary sometimes to be apart, yet never for too long.

Do you think much about the function of a lover? While, there is a certain practicality of the other sex (or same gender for that purpose), we can exchange much more magic with our lover, we can grow together and bring more joy into our lives. Still, a house shall suit our particular lifestyle and daily routines. A bath makes a difference for me, for another a  vast loving room does wonders.

I was inspired by Happy Interior Blog, books like Taschen’s Homes for our Time, Axel Vervoord’s Wabi Inspirations and How to Make a House a Home by Ariel Kaye dedicated to the design and functionality of our houses. Still, In never copied anything, it was just the air of it, the particular fragrance of light, colour and materials used.

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None of the above photos are my houses. While I would not refuse settling in either, near a beach surrounded by lush garden or jungle, I imagine, yet someone has to take care of them. I know people who have three houses, but they feel more like burdens. Like a harem, one has to give up privacy to own more than one, and naturally high expenditure. I prefer things simple. A small apartment in a city and house by the sea, let’s dream.

Isn’t it a marvellous game to imagine what would your dream house look like? A drawing of your dream house tells you plenty about your needs and your attitude with your family. For example a chimney symbolises the affective life and if smoke from it comes out then there is an internal tension, a very large door means you are very dependent, sidewalks open access to the outer world and if you add a tree — that is your deepest self not shown to others.

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Once during a shinrin yoku practice at the Los Angeles Arboretum, we were tasked to find ourselves an ideal home right there in the forest. Later, we were to explain to another person why we chose that location, which teased out our needs, truly revealing!

You can take a step closer to that dream by bringing one chosen aspect of it to reality. Change something in your apartment or house to make it feel more like home. Add fragrant candles, a vinyl player, a fluffy carpet to spread across like on a sofa. Remember, while your house shines like from a design magazine, it will never be your home if it does not inhabit the right people, light, reflect who you are, including your past and also support your mind-body rituals.


Western Tea Musing: My own hands hold the passage of time

This is a tea musing of a tea lady that travels East to West in circles transcending the physical boundaries drawn on the map of the Earth.

I dropped a goji berry

Into my morning tea

A vanity, curiosity just to see

How the crimson bullet gets weary

Swimming in the yellow sea

 

Present, so consumed by my cup of tea

I inhale nature brewed from the East to here

Pulling the porcelain ear up to my needy lips

Glaring into the tinted lake in front of me

 

Nasal memories draw landscapes in my eyes

Scents so rare, luring me to dive in, to dare

Exploring through mouth filled with a velvety whole 

Soft like milk, less heavy, translucent, pure

Focused, yet dispensed into the ends without borders

Warm in my hands, cooled by time passing infinitely

~ Joy

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My first encounter with Far East was through tea

The completeness I feel when mindfully savoring tea is priceless. Freeing my mind from any ensnaring emotions as in meditation levitates my soul. Another morning, this time on my beloved Como Lake where I enjoy each September the quieter side of late summer seasonal beauty, I brewed my tea in a Western porcelain meets silver service. A saucer, an ear-lobed cup, a silver spoon and a pot. I sat on the terrace by the shore and inhaled the wonders of being present. Blending the Eastern flavours I brought in a cherry wood box with local pure water and the divine air of the pre-alpine region luxuriated my existence.

tea musing of a tea lady tea in London

In that monument, I dropped a goji berry into that cup as something within nudged me to do. Longing for exotic lands, traveling again to Asia after a long, involuntary break (since 2020 pandemic), reminded me of the Chinese custom of dropping the healthful goji berries into warm brews and soups. This trivial act awakened my curiosity and directed me deep into my present experience with the cup of tea that I sipped so slowly that it cooled before me finishing just that one cupful.

This happens rarely in our fast-paced urban lifestyles today, yet slowing down feels so wholesome and nurturing. I noticed time’s passing as an eternal stream in this short moment and realised it is all in my hands. My own palms hold my passage of time. The key that opens the gate of time is the deepening of awareness, expanding time and settling the mind at ease. My tea musing here puts into a poetic language the personal experience of this magic journey into boundless presence. I hope you find that space in between too.

The Equation of the Circle ~ O ~ follows from the Pythagorean theorem:


My favorite letter is a sky… which is yours?

My favorite letter is not in the Latin alphabet, and as much as I adore the Arabic painterly abjad, it is the roots of the Chinese calligraphy that won over my heart. That letter means sky, but also many other things, and perhaps it is that flexibility what fascinates me about the Chinese characters (called hanzi in China). I love that one symbol means so much, an entire universe. Timeless language transcends borders.

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Baroque ceiling in the sky

天 encompasses day dimmed at night

天 is God and heavens

天 wakes nature up and puts most to sleep

天 can be bright blue, cloudy or sparkling with stars like a night dress

天 is nature herself, moody as the weather

A letter that is a word and so mightily broad. Endless, universal. Only the spiritually blind cannot grasp the expansive meaning in its lines. Like a teepee spiking and centred high, the Chinese have captured the ideogram brilliantly from its ancient pictorial art from which their contemporary calligraphy evolved.

Free space is the sky

天 ( tiān )

A sky is a nest

Belonging to all

Connecting us from East to West

Deity and the universe

Elastic space

Far and near

Grounded bellow, yet

High above

Incandescent delight

Janus’s door

Keen on mystery

Limitless potential

Marvellous sight

Never ending

Open day and night

Peace and war

Quantum field

Roaming free

Sky stirs wonder

Tramping stars on

Unknown paths

Vast and wide

Wandering far

Xanadu of the kings

Yellow sash like suns

Zodiac’s belt of passing time

~RB~

天 天

The poem above is tiān from my East-meets-West perspective. I lived in Asia for many years and annually revisit China and Japan, but my roots are European. Janus mentioned in my poem was a two-faced Roman gatekeeper of the door to heaven. At his temple in Rome these were symbolically left open in time of war and closed in peace.

My poetic expression will always balance with an integrity in the past that formed my present. All I write is a blend of experience, conversations, what I read and how I played creatively with meaning and words. There is often music in my mind and it chimes words as its guiding notes.

I took a Chinese calligraphy lesson with a master in Beijing, visited the Southern regions where its predecessor, a pictorial alphabet is still being sporadically used, and further learned how simplified a Japanese kanji is during a temple calligraphy lesson in Kyoto. Those experiences culminated in my fascination with my favorite letter, the . These four strokes have the same meaning in China, Japan and Korea, thus culturally unifying these now again diverse countries.

Reflecting on my history with 天, why do you think that your favorite letter is what it is?

Letters are revered in Japan, where each year they select a favourite kanji that later is painted by a famous calligrapher or an artist. The kanji of the year is then exhibited at the Kanji Museum in Kyoto.

Kanji of the Year Japanese alphabet

I employed a poetic method called Abecedarian, which is a poem where the first letter of each line or stanza follows sequentially through the alphabet. Contemporary poets who used the abecedarian across entire published collections include Mary Jo Bang in The Bride of Eand Harryette Mullen in her fifth book Sleeping with the Dictionary.

On the notes of tiān, my favorite letter is also the name of one my most beloved vegetarian restaurants — Tian in Vienna. Sometimes meaning stretches into unexpected lengths. C.G. Jung captured that in his term synchronicity, which can eerily seem almost magical.


Hunter and the bull

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I play with the hunter and the bull between the red flame

This is the voice of something that wakes me in the darkest hour of a starry night. There is light in darkness in the universe, always. Even the dark holes are finite, believe. Follows my minds’ play on hide and seek between the hunter and the bull.

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Hope builds the strongest belief 

Dogma promises invincible truth 

While possibility welcomes faith

Into my longing arms with a relief

Conviction rules out fear

As the only way to get near. 

 

Expectation follows a principle 

While dreams free from reality’s tentacle

So chase the dreams as lovers do early on

Such limitless mind is perfect

For in the wings of a prospect

The air becomes thin, and hold on —

See the opportunity on the horizon

~ Joy

shades of red

While this is an abstract poem, the meaning between a prospect and a belief is yours. It can also be a split mind within one person. The psyche’s wicked games that complicate life, uninvited into our jolly days.

You can wear red to attract the bull. Most days I prefer black and white though, so I seem to prefer being overlooked by the fierce bull. I recently re-visited my beloved Arles in the South of France, where bulls entered my subconscious mind. I even ingested one prepared delightfully by a two Michelin 19 GM-point local chef at L’Atelier. A bit later on my Euro-trip, the hunter sculpture in the park of Schloss Mohnstein in Salzburg fascinated me.

In dreams our daily encounters shuffle with fantasy as something entirely new lands on your bed sheets. Some seek the meaning of the symbols randomly on the internet, but I prefer to connect the dots and play with my own poetic voice. We all have it if we try hard enough and find the flow.


Sound, a comforting poem on vibrations

I wrote a few poems on slow life, mindful encounters with the everyday, and touched on the emotional challenges of relationships and being with others socializing. Our world has reversed for some weeks now as social distancing became the new habitat for the human form in this pandemic.

We have an opportunity now to go deeper inside, to organise our lives and to accept this challenge of staying at home for a long time.

Surrealism

@Salvador Dali

Even though silence is important for our wellbeing, we naturally crave direct encounters with other human beings. For now, live internet Zooms, Face Time and other video chats can supplement hanging out with your family or friends, but do not get too distracted by this. There is a room for your own existence in space. Aware of the gentlest nuances of life geared into slow pace, we become richer than when speeding through the traffic to meet someone or to and from work. I wonder how many of you miss that, often stressful, commute? Perhaps you just miss the habit, that sense of communal sharing, rather than the moving yourself in either a crowded or boring (in a car) transport from home to elsewhere.

soundsheep on pasture

Sound, the pleasant form of it, has always been a great comfort to me. Whether deepening and enlivening my solitude, lifting me above the motorised city noise, injecting my run with energy and zest, or helping me to focus when reading or working, sound shifts my mood. The vibrations are so powerful that chanting, gong, and other resonating instruments of beautiful sound were invented to focus and calm our mind.

Professor Michael Trimble explains how chanting benefits your health. It can change the rhythm of your heart, your emotional response, and more.

I offer a poem on sound that I wrote as this winter shifted to spring. I hope, it will show you a new angle. These new horizons of sound can help you navigate this anxious times more pleasantly. At least they did it for me. If you want, play this healing music on Youtube while reading my poem.


Sound waving though my soul

vibrates calm strands of peace

Weaving the gentle ease

of my thoughts, heart beating slow

 

Sound healing an injured soul

An ancient remedy of malice

spinning away worry, prejudice

immersed in this song that penetrates all

 

Sound filling my lungs full

with nourishing nectar of dance

its wholesome breath lifts me to trance

Life silenced would be dull

 

Sound touching my time in full

sets me entirely in its presence

minutes penetrate my skull

As I embrace this lively essence

 

Sound living in all, and not at all

Revealed to those patient for its resonance 

sharing its secrets with nature’s nuance —

you feel life’s richness through its call

 ∼

There is a shift in my mind that I feel when listening to calming sound. I hope that tranquil emotions penetrate from the lyrics of my poem to your heart and mind. Savour the slower pace of life that we were given in these challenging times. I always try to see the good in the dark.


Full Moon Alive

A sleepless night during my second full moon quarantined on Miami Beach, stirred this poetic outpour. My bedroom has a panoramic view of the Atlantic ocean (I’m blessed and grateful), which every morning treats me with the only live public spectacle now allowed to me here to see safely – the sunrise. The open sky is too close to the city so I  cannot glimpse any stars, save for the largest one to our Earthly eyes — the moon.

full moon

That night gusts of open ocean winds flagged my silk nightgown in a coup de force of enthralment. I was standing on the terrace, magnetised by the giant lightbulb of the moon glaring full or in some gasp of the changing moment, partly shaded by the fast paced clouds. In that moment I knew I would not sleep easily if I do not chanel some of that energy speaking to me in its commanding voice.

Reading for hours, midnight approaching. I was still afflush with vitality, and I was glad that the usual cradle of the book did not tame my sprinting mind. Lifting my gaze up to the moon, the whispering potency of the night, suddenly, I had to grab paper and pen. On my night table, aside other piled up literature, set face up a small collection of brief poems by the female Pakistani artist Noor Unnahar. Its moon-gray cover titled YESTERDAY I WAS THE MOON nodded to the occasion. It was not about the moon light though.

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Now I am the morning

Yesterday I was the moon

               Sleepless

My soul glaring

               A fool

I did not know who I was  

Back then, but now I know 

             ><

A reflection is not a unique creation

Never say “but”, she said

The past is over, yet

Deep down I knew that

Strength 

was a posture covering doubts

Eloquence 

overshadowed innate sensuality

Speed 

floundered calm mind

Carelessness 

veiled a deep concern

Still, I surprise myself —  will I? 

Some day get to know 

Who I am 

Despite these flops of mind

Being alive, sensing 

Perhaps I shall 

Dwell 

In a faraway cave

To be pure me 

Not a doll

To be played with

But longing to fully be

Yesterday I was the moon

— But now I am the morning

~ Joy

stunning sunriseSteinway piano

Whatever happened in the past, yesterday does not define who you are today. It only says what you decided, experienced, felt. The past mistakes are not finite dead holes. Deep down, if you connect with yourself is the true you — in the past, present and future — become love. This authentic you can resolve to come back to the purest self, unhinged yet still kind, the balancing scale of inter-human co-existence. 

I thought, as most of us did when I was in my late teens, early 20s even, that I totally expressed who I am, independent, unconventional, but I did not know in spite of my authenticity. There are so many layers to peel off, I wrote a poem on this in my late 30s (will certainly publish it in my adventuresome memoir one day).

I learned that I can only glimpse into my own self when I totally shut down emotions as in a deep meditation, when totally giving myself to nature, or when I allow them out off my chest. The wild beasts bursting into the open space are tamed by being let free from the inner cage I put them into. By recognising that these emotions are just a human part of me that passes soon, I feel more alive! And, the full moon reminded me.

romantic moon

This poem by Noor Unnahar resonates:

          do not worry

          about people

 

they’re wearing the same flesh

breathing the same chemicals

walking on the same solid earth

           as you

 

so why should it matter

           when

you are them and they are you

This empowers me, gives me courage to go forward without being burdened by others’ opinions. I purely am and create what I love. While I hope it connects, inspires and elevates others, I am not attached to my writing work. I hope you are empowered or more connected through our liberal female voices.

What we are other than one human race. We are animals profiting from the bounty of this Earth co-existing with plants in a reciprocal ecosystem conditioned by natural laws we cannot easily change. If you want to get more, you’ll have to give more. This is sustainability, but that goes far beyond the above poems, and I address this need for mutual thriving elsewhere here on La Muse Blue.

NOTE: There is no mutual agreement or online support exchange between Noor and myself. I purely chose to highlight her work because I bought her poetry book and like it. I prefer to support other creative people in an organic way. No push, but pure admiration and sharing what I feel we need more of either though collaboration or by recommending their creations.


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