Comment apprivoiser et cultiver la chance ?

« Don’t force anything. Let life be a deep let go. » ~ Eileen Caddy

My beloved London, in 2017 I was lucky enough to live with you for a very brief while. I was both stressed and grateful, while falling asleep and waking up in your classy arms. I would love to learn more of your lingo, walk again through your frenetic streets decorated with colourful breath-taking art pieces. I want to taste more of your take away surprising dishes and explore your clubs, coffee shops and peaceful sacred spots. I would like to dance at your glory, go to your concerts, run through your parks and gracefully squeeze in your crowded tube. {I am a little size – it is ok if it is tight!} Yes, I am afraid; we do not know each other very well. But I simply cannot ignore my drive to explore and connect. I want to meet your people. I want to lose myself in your hectic and noisy melting pot. One way or another, I will be back. Maybe for a couple of days, a few months or even longer, who knows? Hope you don’t mind? 😉 Anyway, thank you so much for having me, really appreciated the whole bitter-sweet intense and enriching experience!

Magnificent piece of street art on Hanbury Street by artist Dale Grimshaw

« The best bribe which London offers today to the imagination, is, that, in such a vast variety of people and conditions, one can believe there is room for persons of romantic character to exist, and that the poet, the mystic, and the hero may hope to confront their counterparts. » ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

I wrote a (not very) sophisticated poem, voilà!

***
London chéri
You are so damn expensive (oh shit!*)
This is how you test someone’s commitment to build a lasting partnership
Many brave hearts play with destiny to get a sense
Of your crazy, intense and colourful spirit
Full of smiley faces and exotic accents
(They all find a common ground after a few drinks)
You are extravagant, sweet, free and fresh
(Also because of the rain, your sky is so capricious and dramatic)
You are hectic, eclectic and business oriented
Yet, you host so many places of worship
Where people pray in countless ways
With same pure, infinite beauty
You taste like a delicious mixture of best dishes from around the globe
I love your vibrant, funky look when you dress to impress on a dance floor
(You never wear tights, I am not sure why)
You politely point out where to look while crossing the street
And how many seconds are left to get to the other side safely
Yet, you make us all feel like non-diagnosed dyslexics
Or headless chickens running against the clock
London – I miss you and your freaky folks
Plus our romantic random lonely walks
Bear with me ~ I’ll be back!
Me enamoré
***

* Nom de Dieu

A few pictures + a few quotes, enjoy!

« It is not what you say that matters. It is what you are and how you live. » ~ Eileen Caddy

“Wild Warrior Women will save the world.” ~ Rune Lazuli

Hyde Park, picture by Virginie Petorin: https://www.virginiepetorin.co.uk/

« Let there be more joy and laughter in your living. » ~ Eileen Caddy

Thanks for reading, what about you – any countries, cities or places that you want to explore? I wish you enjoy yourself and feel home (free + safe + Wi-Fi), wherever you are. 😉

I was born 31 years ago. I was born with dreams and high hopes.

I left Poland, my home country, to pursue freedom, love and beautiful adventures.

I found everything I wanted. I am hungry for more.

Then I got sick – not something dramatic, but it keeps me alert to my own physical limits.

I feel vulnerable. I also feel passionate about my job. I want to give it all I have. It looks like it is not sufficient. I feel overwhelmed. I see tired and stressed faces of my colleagues and suppliers. I see a tired face when brushing my teeth in the morning.

I feel frustration, sadness and anger. I feel fear.

***

Yesterday I went to see fireworks with two crazy, lovely Moroccan ladies. (Girls, I love you!)

I liked everything except the crowd. It made me nervous.

I took a taxi to get back home: “Did you hear about the terrorist attack in Nice?”

“Hmm, I beg your pardon? No, I did not (!!??)”. Loads of swear words followed.

I was unable to go to sleep straight. I watched the news. I cried.

“31-year-old French-Tunisian driver killed dozens of people.”

My boyfriend is 35-year-old and originated from Tunisia. He became French a few months ago, a few weeks after I did.

France is not the only country suffering from violence. It is everywhere. It happens all the time.

Millions of people survive each day with less than 2 dollars. I feel lucky to have a flat, a job, something to eat and beautiful people to laugh with.

Today I feel tired, sad, and anxious.

I want the world to be safe, joyful and full of love: for myself, for others, for future generations.

Today I went out to buy a camera to register video interviews with inspiring people.

When I was going back home in the hot and crowded Parisian subway, I could not stop my tears.

I felt embarrassed and pathetic. I looked like a depressed Cocker Spaniel. My big blue eyes got wet and red. I was trying hard to stop crying. I could not. I had nothing to dry up my tears.

A middle aged woman sitting in front of me was searching for something in her bag. Just before I rushed to get out at my stop, she gave me a few paper handkerchiefs.

When I was heading to another subway line, I read on the packaging: “Freshness. Mint.”

It was written in Polish. I was stunned. My compatriot saved me from drowning in my own tears.

***

I have Polish roots, a magic French passport and nothing to declare.

I dream of travelling around the world and giving birth to multicultural crazy babies. 🙂

I have always considered myself ambitious and strong. Today I am vulnerable and I need a hug.

I feel sad and it is fine. I am OK.

My hunger for new experiences got bigger and my joy of being alive deeper.

God bless us all. Tomorrow is another day. With a little luck, we will still be breathing.

As long, as I am breathing, I am safe. And I feel love. Oh yeah!

dreams

London calling {my soul}

I wrote a (not very) sophisticated poem, voilà!

A few pictures + a few quotes, enjoy!

A day after – all I need is a hug