A poem I wrote to start the year “We open a book, the pages are empty, A new day, a new start, a new year, a fresh beginning, The sun ray’s but reminds us We have another chance to be what we want to be Every day we shall Not dwell but explore Not dream but create Not worry but
Carl Jung once said “Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.” Yesterday, Pro-Action Café theme was dreams, and it seizes to fascinate me that nothing happens for a reason. As I wrote my five childhood dreams of: – Owning and sailing my own boat – Be a
My friend’s sister nanny passed away this week, the nanny looked after her two nieces age 6 and 9. She got in touch asking if I knew how to break the news of how life endless journey inevitably ends. My perspective is a child reaction is very similar to an adult. The unavoidable is more difficult when no one speaks
People say home is where your family belongs, as I sit on our coach that overlooks Cairo, the Nile and the pyramids and the only thought that comes to my mind is that, “the only thing constant is change.” Home to me is where you find peace. Returning to my roots; Cairo, a city in distress, diversity, and chaos; the