Stream of Thought

Heart Of Matter

Despite my own needs and desires, I can see people’s vulnerabilities and refuse to be selfish.

This means I naturally build rapport and inherently help to enhance others’ quality of living.

In doing so, I do not transgress across boundaries – even if individuals would do so or let me, willingly.

Instead, in my daily interactions, I deep listen among the multitudes to find traces of the man who can belong with me.

I get fragments of impressions that taunt and elude my arms’ reaching.

He doesn’t seem to be anywhere near me.

Stream of Thought

Ruefull Chuckle

When I find a spark between me and another person and extend them my friendship, I automatically discover where they need healing – and find that I can provide a piece of the puzzle that they have been missing and/or seeking.

But, when I try to arrange for my own needs, I end up supporting them more than they can actually help me.

It can feel like a bit of a let down on my own quest for healing to not get much receiving.

But, as a healer, at least I get to do what I am here for.

Compositions

The Gift Of Language

I have developed a method of teaching English pronunciation fluency well – with laughter, playfulness, and joy of discovering each aspiring learner’s innate talents.

The challenge for me is how to charge for these services outside of the US, for here I still want to make it affordable, which I have determined will be $30 for 1 1/2 sessions.

“Peanuts” to the American Capitalistic standard.

But, to an Egyptian over a year ago, multiply 30×18 = $540 US equivalent for a session. 1 US dollar was then worth 18 egp.

Therefore, I have decided that in international “less affluent” economy to American economy situations, I would like a session I give to provide me equivalent of a meal for my family, but that my fee should not deprive a student’s equivalent of their family’s week worth of meals, for example.

With the new student I taught today, we will see in the next week what that amount looks like from Egyptian to American currency perspective.

I believe that the gift of language should not be prevented by dictates such as money.

Compositions

What Love Revealed To Me

After I saw, then had dreams about him, I had to take a closer look at what he had grown from and now appeared to be.

I had avoided following him when I was married – had ignored my instinct’s jangling – but he kept showing up in different forms in front of me.

I would be pulled in to fall, realize who it was – then run away again, wondering why he so affected me.

Now, my nose was being forcefully pushed toward him, no matter old inhibitions resisting.

It wasn’t his fame or fortune, nor acclaim, nor societal approval. Any and all of this could change in an instant.

It was the integrity of his spirit – and that, like me, he never gave in to disillusion.

He just kept coming back, Striving.