Friday, May 20, 2011

Potato bag

Yesterday i had some urgent sms from my daughter to go for shopping. We did. But why she wanted suddenly to buy the "conservative" clothes...
After some time and with a lot of insistence i get her answer:  "some" people find that she is too provocative (eh hum? my daughter?). So she needs to dress more conservative!
Ah, now I get it. We were actually looking for burka. Of course, in Zara boutique, so it is the modern style burka, some deform clothes hiding all the body, skin and curves. If burka could hurt somebody feelings, let s call it potato bag...
At the first moment I felt like all education about personal freedom, loving our body, be who we are and other blabla were definitely only blabla for my daughter. But then, after one deep breath and short reflexion, I just said:

" Ok, lets go for burka. If it is your choice, it is also your freedom to try to wear what somebody else find better for you. If you feel well, great. If you don t feel well, at least you know!"


When we start with our conditioning? When we start to change the reality from what it is to what we think it should be? When we start to be deaf to our own voice and we listen only to others opinions and truth? When our own insecurities or jalousie start to terrorize others, sometimes in the name of "love" or doing them "good"?
8th grade, for sure, it is done...

The good news, we cannot be prisoner if our heart is free!!!


Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Star for you

Miracles happen every day.  My daughter offered me star from the sky.
 This is how the role get reversed. I still remember when i was trying to sing her "Twinkle twinkle little star..." Probably my first song in English ever.

Yesterday night she came to my little cave (office) and offered me little red star...origami. I opened it without expectation. It was written inside:
 " Je t aime, maman. <3 Noemie "

It was the most beautiful moment of the year. Thank you for offering me your little stars, Noemie my baby!