Tag: nature

Philosophical musings

What Do You Think About The Stars?

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Well… this is not astronomy or astrology or astrophysics. I have nothing to do with any of those.

I simply think of stars as stars; luminous lanterns created to shine in the sky, to guide, or once used to guide, our ancestors across land and sea all over the globe. 

Strange how little we see of them nowadays. They still exist in abundance up there in the sky, but most of us are busy, mainly chasing human stars, brand stars, evaluation stars, review stars, and those golden and silver stars. But those literal stars cannot compare to a single luminous creature shining up there in the sky. Its distance, its quality, its meaning, its light, its power, its mystery, all are beyond compare.

In olden times, when human life was deeply connected with those sky lanterns, people personified them as the best of the best. Those far away stars were friends, listeners, watchers, consultants, lovers, and more. Poets wove them into poetry. Travellers took them as companions. Workers waited for them. Children counted them. Lovers dreamed beneath them. Even animals and birds nestled into their places with the first sight of them.

Have you ever noticed how real stars rarely appear amid noise? You have to seek them in quiet, simple places ; on mountains, by the sea, across dessert sands, or anywhere tranquil. Their silver light is a treasure, revealed only to those who pause to appreciating it. 

Now what do you think about the stars?

Here’s a verse from Gibran’s poem,

“The sorrow of the soul is nothing but an illusion, that doesn’t last, and the clouds of the soul reveal the stars within its folds.”

Can you see that the stars symbolise the light that can be seen even in the most greyest and darkest night—yourself?

With hope and peace,

Nahla

Just writing

All together, All at Once

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Today is a typical English weather day.

It’s windy, really windy, with gusts about 45mph.

And it’s sunny and warm. You could say… it is neither warm nor cold.

And it’s cloudy, and what beautiful clouds we have today; grey, white, and golden yellow. A stunning portrait of natural beauty!

And it will be rainy ( a bit later.) Still let’s imagine it; drizzles then light then heavy showers.

And it’s a busy morning: wind rustling, birds soaring and singing, trees swishing, cars racing, buses braking, children hollering, road workers drilling, and aeroplanes whooshing through the sky. What a real, live soundtrack!  

Won’t this beauty make you happy, make you alive, make you feel blessed?

How many times do we have this beauty all together, all at once?

Sometimes all we need to do is to set aside whatever we’re doing, stand by the window, and simply look around.

With hope and peace,

Nahla

personal thoughts

Do You Like Flowers?

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I believe we all do, but… perhaps some may say no, but of course they owe us some explanation or reason when they decide to shock us by their unexpected NO.

So, let’s remain with those who love flowers: 

some plant them,

some pick them, 

some sell them, 

some buy them,

some are offered them. 

And… some simply watch them.

Don’t you agree that the one who knows flowers best is the one who plants them? But who else can understand them so well?

And… don’t you agree that the one receiving flowers is someone so special? Do you remember that bouquet you get on Mother’s Day, your birthday, your engagement, or your wedding day? Flowers are for someone dear. Someone remembered. And someone loved. Right?

As for the picking, buying, and selling that’s all business with sufficient knowledge.

Have you ever dreamed of being a florist, owning your own flowers boutique? 

I had that dream years ago until the day I stepped into one of those nice shops. Since then, I changed my mind. Why? Because I found the place so humid and stuffed, and I can’t endure either. Besides… imagine a customer asking for a posh, sophisticated bouquet, and getting a simple bunch of roses instead. That’s how I would usually handle orders if I were a florist. 

Now what about those who simply watch the flowers? Aren’t they just like birdwatchers? They are the ones who appreciate things as they are, where they are, and when they are. The sight of colourful blooms on tall trees, in small pots, or scattering across meadows make them smile, sing, or even dream. This doesn’t mean that flowers look dull in vases, or add no beauty indoors. They do paint a beautiful and cheerful image in every room. But, the thing is flowers look more alive, vibrant, and real in nature —their vast, open home. 

There are some flowering branches beside a big tree in our front garden. Sometimes, I wonder whether they will grow into a tree of their own. They blossom in the spring with a few dark red roses. When I saw them, I want nothing more than to pick them and place them in a vase indoors. But then, I think … the branch won’t look the same every time I draw the curtain and gaze outside. The branch will look so plain, perhaps sad and lonely, without them. So I leave them happy outdoors, to keep me happy indoors. 

Good deal, right? 

There is nothing more beautiful than watching birds spread their wings and soar high in the sky, and seeing flowers bloom, sway, and breathe everywhere. 

With hope and peace,

Nahla

holidays

Simple Fun on a Long Walk

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It seemed like a breezy afternoon with mild sunshine, a few fluffy clouds floating in the blue sky, and a gentle wind playing with the trees. Isn’t that the perfect time for a nice walk? That was my suggestion, which my husband approved, and my thirteen-year-old daughter surrendered to with a long sigh.

In a few minutes, we were walking down a long hill, for that was the plan to walk all the way to the end and then climb back up to our house. I was hoping I could bribe my family to stretch the walk a bit further, but I changed my mind, and that wasn’t because it started raining.

A few minutes after we stepped out onto the long road, the sun turned blazing, the clouds evaporated, and the wind changed direction as if heading towards a different destination.

As we walked, we realised that we were almost the only ones on the road at that hour.  Oh my… even the birds had disappeared. The number of cars and buses passing by was countable. We couldn’t help but laugh until it struck us that it was time to climb back up the same long road. That’s when the real challenge began.

The merciless sun turned straight into our faces as if blaming us for choosing the wrong time for a walk. And one can’t easily evade the English sun. So we kept walking: my daughter dreamed of ice cream, my husband of a long nap, and I of sunceam as my face was already burning.

Halfway along the walk, we discovered a simple joy as some dry tree leaves joined us on the road. Their crunch beneath our shoes lifted my daughter’s mood, and she began searching for the driest leaves with the crunchiest sound. I found the idea both fun and soothing, so I joined her. Surprisingly, we attracted the attention of some hibernating neighbours who stepped out, curious to see what was happening.

Finally, we were home. I was pleased we had made it, my husband was already thinking about a second round later on, and my daughter felt sorry for my sunburn.

With hope and peace,

Nahla

P.S.

It seems the rain heard of our dilemma and decided to grace us in abundance!







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On the Train

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Whenever I get on a train, I like to sit next to the window. I enjoy it more when my seat faces the direction the train is heading. If I find out that I’m sitting on the opposite direction, I feel a bit annoyed. But once the train starts moving and picking up speed, I don’t feel any difference.

Some people say that the one sitting by the window sees everything except the road. Do you know what this means? This means that some people become too lost in their own world to see anything else.

Have you ever felt this way?

The train is usually full of different people doing different activities just like in real life. Some read books, some work, some play games, some talk, some eat and drink, some make phone calls, some fall asleep, some watch movies, some listen to music, and some just gaze out of the window.

As the train leaves the station and picks up speed, the scenery shifts and changes rapidly. Only the one sitting by the window can feel this flow, this change— if only they choose to. And then, the mind begins to wander, inviting memories and thoughts to flow too.

That’s why, when you sit by the window, the road remains only in a background while your mind recollecting different things. I gaze at the sky, the trees, the vast green pastures, the distant sea, the nearby river, and the horses, cows an̈d sheep grazing and napping. Meanwhile, I let my mind wander only to good memories—pleasant ones— even if it makes up some. But I also warn it not to spoil the fun.

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder how people can enjoy the journey on the new high speedy trains—those that almost reaching the speed of sound. Why? What is there to enjoy when the rider sees nothing as the train races against time through long, dark tunnels?

So, if you’re taking a train anytime soon, try to sit by the window, gaze out, and think only of good things— pleasant ones. Believe me, you’ll enjoy the journey and feel refreshed.

But if you’re feeling deeply under the weather, just close your eyes and have a little snooze.

Enjoy the week ahead,

With hope and peace,

Nahla

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It’s A Beautiful Day!

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Finally the sun graces us with its warm, bright rays. It’s true that weather can affect people’s mood. I believe even animals and plants can also be affected by the changes of weather.

If you ask me ‘how do you feel today’? ‘Happy’, I will say. This is the first thing I felt when I stepped out of the house into this beautiful, warm day. Now, as I am writing this post, I feel blessed too.

What about you? How do you feel today? May I ask you to set aside, for a moment or two, any negative feelings and think of a positive one instead. No need to share it, just feel it.

In case you can’t find any, just look at that clear sky and the happy trees in my picture. They say misery love company, and I believe happiness loves company even more.

With hope and peace,

Nahla

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Flying with birds

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Flying in an aeroplane is no longer an adventure. It becomes like getting on a train or a truck or a car, even if the distance you are going is far away.

I’ve just watched something which can be a real adventure; it’s the microlight flight with the birds.

It is miraculous how the birds soar high in groups,  have a plan on time, and fly to a specific destination. They migrate to survive and give us, humans,  the hope of the new beginning.

And, it will be amazing to share this experience; to fly next to those geese and swans, to stretch your arms, and reach and touch their flying wings.

I read briefly about Christian Moullec; he is one of the pioneers in the microlight flight. It’s interesting to know that the protection of migratory birds was his initial objective of starting the project of these flights.

I wonder whether I’d ever dare go on one, but at least I can imagine how this can be an extraordinary, an unforgettable experience.

Watch the video and let’s imagine!