My youngest son invited a Very Important Friend over this Sunday.

The young men bonded by wathching their favorite video, Tangled (Kaksin karkuteillä). But as much as they love the movie, they both found the WitchyWoman awfully scary.

Being real Men, this is not something to be admitted, though.

“I’m not afraid of anyone in this movie!” declared our guest.

“Me neither! Or anything in the world.” toppled my son.

I brought a big warm duvet to the young gentlemen so they could discreetly hide under it and save their respective faces, during frightening scenes…

Real Everyday Poesie.

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Yesterday my sons and I had the honor of attending the birthday festivities of a real princess from Tunisia.

Soooooo sweet, kind, hospitable, welcoming, warm…. and interesting was the party that we again learned so much. 

I even found a new friend with whom I rediscovered the feeling of not needing a single word of shared language for fluent communication. A feeling so familiar to me from my childhood (and so totally alien to the adult world…) with my best friend Timbo from Zambia. Yesterday was like having the rays of the Zambian sun warming me once again.

More on that party and other encounters of the week later, now must organize one myself… Considereing the state of our little household, I’m tempted to get philosophical, instead of getting on with the cleaning… There’s creativity in chaos, right.. 

PS. In attendance at Tasnim’s bash was also the prettiest Barbie ever seen, FairyBarbie with MagicAngelWings:

I’m not a huge fan of alternative treatments, but I’ll try most (well, some, actually) things once.

Some methods, such as yoga or reiki, have really provided me with a higher level of energy, tranquility and a sense of peace. At least for a moment. While some other stuff I’ve tested have failed miserably…

a meditative state of mind

My sweet friend Noora often gives me reiki treatment. It’s quite a magical thing actually. Mystical even. Noora says that every person has a kind of a… taste to them. Something she can feel during reiki. Something unique for each person.

For me, she says, it’s a deep warmth. For someone else, it could be sweetness, etc.

I have absolutely no clue of what Noora does during reiki, but she sure does it well. Each reiki session relaxes me very, very deeply (and practically nothing relaxes me). The feeling also stays within me for the longest time.

Once, more than a decade ago, a friend recommended that I should try hypnosis to help me with an issue I was dealing with at the time. Against my better judgement I decided to give it a try. But what an utter and complete disaster it turned out to be… 

I was in fact quite frightened of the whole idea of getting hypnotized, of giving this strange person some degree of access into my mind. And therefore, I just couldn’t relax ONE BIT during the session.

My doctor, on the other hand, was resolute that everybody could be hypnotized and he didn’t intend to fail with me.

So I lay there stiff and wide awake, while he was doing circular motions with his hand in front of my eyes, repeating something like “you’re tired relaxed feeling light…” again and again with and annoyingly fake calm voice. After an hour or so, I noticed that his hand wasn’t quite so stable anymore and his voice was growing rather irritated.  While I still stared right back at him, totally alert.

I realised that he wouldn’t stop before he could convince (at least) himself that he had been right. Everybody could be hypnotized.

I really wanted to go home. So I pretended to relax a bit and even closed my eyes for a moment.

Needless to say, my experience with hypnosis wasn’t all that helpful.

Yoga, on the other hand, I love. The intense and sweaty kind. And it actually works – on me.

My current teacher Sofia, a professional dancer, knows the human body better than any teacher I’ve ever practised with. Sofia has also studied Buddhist texts quite extensively which enables her to intertwine the body and the mind – to work and to relax them both.

After a class of yoga with Sofia, my mind is light and positive. If a negative thought arises, I can kind of feel it from a distance and block it away, without even identifying what it was.

Normally I can do nothing of this kind – but after a powerful class with Sofia, it happens naturally.

Tabula rasa.

A happy one.

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Lapsukaiseni ensimmäinen hammas liikkui. Lopulta. IHAN KAIKILTA MUILTA hänen luokallaan oli jo lähtenyt hampaita.

Kun hammas lopultakin tipahti, oli ilmassa suuren urheilujuhlan tuntua.

Mutta hammas sattui lähtemään koulussa. Ja tietysti hukkui saman tien.

Kriisi oli… aikamoinen.

Lapsen opettaja oli todellinen pedagogi. Ihan tilanteen tärkeyden tasalla. Hän jopa tarjoutui kirjoittamaan hammaskeijulle todistuksen, että hammas todellakin oli pudonnut.

Lapsukaisen hepuli ei helpottanut. Ennen kuin koko luokka oli käynyt tiheällä kammalla luokkahuoneen läpi ja löytänyt hampaan.

Löytyihän se mokoma sitten lopulta.

Asiaankuuluvasti hammaskeiju nouti yöllä lapsosen hampaan tyynyn alta, jonne se oli huolellisesti kätketty, ja toi kolikon sen sijaan.

Hammas on ja pysyy äidin peilikaapin päällä, hopeakeijun aarrearkussa.

Ihanaa miten lapsen elämään kuuluu sopiva annos mysteerejä; tonttuja, keijuja, joulupukki.

Luulenpa että voisi olla hauskaa vielä toisinaan uskoa ihmeisiin…

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