Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Home Sweet Home


Just think yesterday I was worrying about flying back. About making it back because of the Tropical Storm Rafael bearing down on my Island home. Worrying that we would be detoured. Making contingency plans with my angel friend to pick up my children just in case. Feeling better once that was done. Boarding the flight saying a silent prayer to allow us to get home safely.
A few bumps here and there but nothing to worry too much about. Flight pretty uneventful other than that. Grateful that it was not really bumpy. Spotting my home from afar as the water started to turn turquoise knowing I was closer. There’s only one place in the world with the richest turquoise hues as the ocean surrounding my home. Surprised by the calmness of the ocean. Delighted by the sunshine. Wheels touching down. Racing along the runway. Gratitude sinking in that we were on the ground and safe.
Going to pick our children up together. Our daughter delighted to see us. Hugging us. Making a fuss. Our son electing to take the bus home with his friends. Greeting  us with hugs when he got home out of the eyesight of his friends. Both saying they missed us. Our son telling us he worried about us getting home safely all day. Wondered if the flight would be too bumpy for us. Touching us both with his sentimentality. The pleasure of parenthood.
Home. Feet back on the ground. Reality hits. Back to being a parent. Working mom and wife. No more fancy restaurants. Treats and going out every day. Back to the grind. But realizing that it’s necessary to take minibreaks to understand and appreciate them. If we had them the whole time would we appreciate them? Do we ever fully appreciate what we have all the time? Is that why these feelings and breaks are fleeting so we can appreciate.
Home. Sweet home. With my family. What joy. Nothing like it is it? The simple pleasures in life are always amazing. Particularly when we focus on the now.  Here’s to another day of normal everyday life. May I tackle my duties with ease and not feel overwhelmed. May I be open to the possibilities that exist.  May I be grateful for each one.  May Tropical Storm Rafael be gentle with us and do what he is meant to do – clear the air and bring down the humidity. And for all that was, all that will be and all that is I am truly grateful. Amen

Monday, 15 October 2012

A weekend to remember with gratitude


Saturday in New York on a sunny day. Perfect temperatures. Wonderful breakfast at Sarabeth's in the Chelsea Market. A walk along the High Line Bridge. Gazing out over the city with my husband. An unexpected oasis in an unexpected location. Talking about thinking outside the box and transforming an old abandoned rail yard into a city garden. What an absolute treat. An illustration of how resilient nature can be.
 Later after walking all through the Chelsea area, we were starving and ended up in the Blue City Grill which was so outstanding. The lettuce wraps with lobster, crab, edamame and corn were to die for. The crab cakes better than any crab cake we had ever tasted.
And just when I thought the Universe had shined down on us enough, we boarded the train to the Barclay Center in Brooklyn to see a woman I have wanted to see in concert for as long as I can remember. Mrs. Barbra Streisand. I remember just a little over a year ago how upset I was when Oprah had Barbra on her show. The regret I felt I never had the opportunity to get on the show to be in the presence of two women I admire. I thought I had lost my opportunity to see her knowing how she does not like to perform live. But I was on my way to see her in person. A dream come true.
I was so anxious to get to the concert and did not want anything to go wrong so I was irritating my husband rushing ahead of him on the train. Leaving him behind in the line to get into the Barclay Center.  Nervous because I did not want to miss one second of the show. I was like a child in a candy store. So excited I couldn't contain myself.
Feeling so incredibly lucky to be granted a wish I had uttered to the Universe over a year ago. Grateful for the affirmation that when we are truly meant to have something, the Universe delivers it to us. Feeling goosebumps up and down my spine when Barbra walked on stage. Tears stinging my eyes. Happy I was fortunate enough to be living out a life long dream with my husband by my side. Feeling like we are on a wave of possibility together.
Sunday morning waking up with clouds and walking over to the Chelsea Market to have a wonderful brunch at The Green Table. My husband and I thoroughly enjoying our time together. Catching the ending of the Spanish parade that took over Fifth Avenue. Colourful costumes. Happy smiling faces. Uplifting music. All against a backdrop of clear blue skies. Clouds cleared. The  atmosphere festive. Everyone joyful.
Jumping in a cab to go to the Metropolitan Museum. Refusing to let the reckless cab ride railroad our spirits. Entering the Met with the intention of seeing the Andy Warhol exhibit but getting side tracked by 19th and 20th century European artists particularly Monet, Van Gogh, Picasso, Pissaro, to name a few. And being captivated by the detail of their work. Andy Warhol becoming secondary to them. Proving again that sometimes what we think we want is not exactly what we need and if we just go with the flow, we always end up where we need to be.
Capping the day off with walk through Central Park teeming with people taking advantage of the Spring like temperatures and sunshine. Feeling the love and in gratitude for our abundance.
Ending our weekend with dinner at Morimoto. Inhaling and exhaling.  A pure culinary delight. Food that excited our palette in every way. Knowledgeable and friendly staff. A wonderful and delightful end to a weekend of what began as a disappointment to one that ended with total awe and wonder. Full of love and abundance. An escape for my husband and me that went beyond our expectations and dreams. And for this wonderful weekend I am truly grateful.

Saturday, 13 October 2012

A dream within The Dream


My husband and I are in New York to see the Barbra Streisand concert tonight. This is only the second time since we have been on a romantic getaway together since we had our children 13 years ago.  So we were both looking forward to having some adult time together. After all we are still celebrating our 20th anniversary year - a milestone.
We arrived at our hotel with stars in our eyes. Great expectations particularly after we got out of the car from the airport and were blown away by the lobby and the doorman. Everything looked so wonderful on the surface. After all our hotel is called The Dream and I had these expectations that we would feel like we were in a dream with our room.
We walked into our room and my dream turned into a nightmare. The room was not what we were expecting at all. It is so tiny that the two of us have to move out of each other's way to get around the room. 225 square feet of tiny living space. We immediately called downstairs to see if we could upgrade to a large room.  We wanted more space. A bigger closet at least because the one we have is only big enough for our two coats. Not space for our things. Where is the space we thought. Disappointment turning into a joke when we were told the hotel was fully booked.
When we accepted where we were, we were able to see the so much more that was right there in front of us.  Looking out of the large round window, almost like an enlarged porthole, there before us was a sight to behold. The Empire State building framed perfectly in our window. Cloud formations so beautiful against the backdrop of the Empire State Building. Jets flying by. Leaving long vapour trails. Hot air balloons  Helicopters. The sun setting casting red hues all around. And then as the sun set the Empire State building was illuminated at the top. Changing the scenery all together. A sea of lights in an otherwise dark night. Picturesque. Romantic. We felt like we were up in the sky with the skyscrapers. Dream like almost.
Allowing us the space to really embrace and accept where we were. Tiny room and all. The disappointment fading away as we were forced to be in each other's space. No place to escape each other but to be with each other. And we did and the atmosphere changed from one of disappointment to one of acceptance and love.
We then went to Buddakan for dinner which is right across the street from us. A treat in itself. And with no reservations to boot, we told them we would be willing to wait for a cancellation particularly since we were celebrating 20 years of marriage. They sat us at the bar where we shared cocktails after muscling our way through a sea of people. Letting go of all expectation. Just enjoying each other's company. And soon we were on a journey, oblivious to anyone else around us, as we began one of the most intimate evenings we have shared in a long time.
Within 15 minutes we were seated at a table. Sharing a wonderful meal together. Conversations taking us way back to the beginning of our marriage spanning over its duration. Honouring each other for the trials we have faced together and sometimes alone but having the stamina to pull through. Holding hands across the table. Truly listening to each other. Hearing each other. Acknowledging each other. Looking deep into each other's souls and feeling that love that comes from a place deep deep down. That place that knows love, like life, is not a fairytale. It is not smooth sailing all the time. That knows sometimes there will be forks in the road, just like our disappointing room, but when we make the best of where we find ourselves, when we learn from the pain we feel, we are rewarded with gifts and possibilities greater than we ever dreamed possible.
And then when we thought the evening could not get any better, the restaurant brought out a dessert with candles and written in chocolate was Happy Anniversary. The maitre'd whisking us off to the library treating us to a complimentary glass of champagne. My husband and I marvelling at our day had changed from one of expectation and disappointment to one of great surprise and love.  How the day we thought would start with stars in our eyes ended with more than just the stars. It ended full of love.
As we walked back into our room, framed in the large round window was the New York skyline full of lights. Full of possibilities  And we were full of love and stars. Our dream coming true in the the most unlikely room in The  Dream Hotel. Proving dreams do come true as long as we let go of expectation and go with the flow. And in our case with love.

Friday, 12 October 2012

Suspended in time


Last evening while flying back from London, the airplane went into one of those weird suspensions of time because we hit a small pocket of turbulence caused by cloud build up just as we were nearing Bermuda. And in that suspension of time, it felt like everything just stopped. People stopped talking. The airplane felt like it came to a standstill and everyone waited.  Seemingly not even breathing. Waited for it to resume its normal sound. Waited.
And then it was over. The moment passed. Time ticking on again. The airplane back to normal. Everyone exhaling. The baby crying in the background resumed. And everyone else went back to normal. And for some reason that suspension in time resonated with me more than ever. Like I was part of a surreal dream. Looking from above what was happening on the airplane. Feeling like I was outside looking in.
So I decided to remember that suspension of time- that moment in time- to remind myself how long a moment really and truly is. To remind myself that I don’t always have to wait until something goes horribly wrong to appreciate each moment that I have in my life.  Thinking about how long that moment felt when the whole rhythm of the airplane changed for me. Causing me to question whether anyone else felt it or if it was just me.
I wondered if I was being sent a direct message from the Divine. To recognize that I am given moments in time, suspended moments in time, all the time, to allow myself to breathe, to change course, to make decisions, to rejoice or simply to cherish being in the moment.
When we are living our normal everyday lives we sometimes forget about the moment because we take it for granted. But yesterday evening when we ended up in that time capsule I realized that life does not change quickly. It ticks on by. Moment by moment.  It’s just that we are too busy to notice each moment because we are so busy projecting into the future. Too busy thinking about everything rather than the moment we are in.
Coming out of those dark dark clouds yesterday evening after a smooth 6 hours of flying was a wake up call for me to appreciate every moment because life really does change with each moment according to the Divine Plan and our choices. And the moment we broke through the clouds it was clear flying until we touched down. Clear skies just above the airport allowing me a moment to get to my family without any rain.
Seeing my husband and daughter as I came out of customs. Faces smiling at me. Appreciating the moment. Getting into the car just as the dark and stormy clouds came over us and the heavens opened. Appreciating the moment of enjoying my family before the torrential rain could spoil our moment of being together again. Driving home through the rain storm to see my sister I have not seen in two years and my son. Happy to see me.  Happy to see each other.  Appreciating the moment.

Wednesday, 10 October 2012

A delightful surprise on the Eurostar


Travelled to and from Brussels back to London yesterday. I was exhausted after a long day. Getting up at 4 am to catch a 6.50 flight to Brussels then in meetings all day long. When we got to the train station I could not find my passport and panicked because I couldn't. Pulling everything out of my bags and when I stopped panicking there in plain sight was my passport. With trembling hands and gratitude I silently murmured thank you I would not be delayed in Brussels with no hope of getting to London let alone home soon. Thinking about how disappointed my family would be if I did not get home. Grateful I did not have to deliver that news.
Finally headed toward the Eurostar with much relief. A very civilised way to travel, I discovered. Plenty of leg room. A personal greeter for the cabins to let you know where your seats were and then surprise upon surprise a served meal complete with wine. The steward for our cabin was friendly, generous and seemed to thoroughly enjoy his job.
So to board the train with such service was an absolute delight. I decided to take a nap at first because I was starting to feel a bit run down. Shortly thereafter, I was woken up to ask if I wanted anything to eat. And the food was actually very tasty. An added bonus.
As I ate, I looked out the window at the scenery and was amazed by how beautiful it was particularly after coming out of Brussels and being surprised by how run down the city looked. A city full of construction projects that had been started but never finished. Roads blocked. Graffiti  Bad driving. Congestion. An atmosphere of incompletion.
But the scenery coming out of Brussels was the exact opposite.  Firstly the architecture was more modern than where we were in Brussels. Sleek even. Water features contrasting against the modern buildings. Glass. Old vs. new.
And then we were out into wide open space with expansive green flat fields. Windmills standing erect and powerful in the fields. Motionless because there was no wind but majestic nonetheless. Water interspersed throughout the fields giving the feel of land vs sea. The light just right. The clouds perfect. The sky clear.
And then I  watched the sun set. The light replaced with darkness. The clear blue sky twilight illuminated red along the horizon  The green scenery turning into silhouettes. Feeling the tension oozing out of my body knowing I am on my way home. The work done. A perfect way to end the work day between countries far from home.
Grateful for all of my experiences and people I meet along the way. Grateful for this journey called life. Grateful for appreciating it all. Tired but grateful nonetheless.

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

A painful lesson in forgiveness


Recently I received a huge blow from someone who had asked me to complete a project. A project I blindly took on thinking I was doing something for the general good. Only to realise  the reason I was asked to complete this project was for the sole purpose of promoting the person's ego. And when the person did not receive the accolades he thought he would, he lost interest totally in the project. Literally turned his back on me in the blink of an eye.
And I have to admit every time I think about the amount of work that went into the project for no real reward from the person, I get really angry. Hurt even. To know I was so naive to put myself out there. Only to have the person who asked to complete the project abandon me when it did not turn out the way he had anticipated. The whole experience has been a journey for me - a very humbling one to say the least.
What I am learning from this experience is to be careful with whom I entrust my time. To dig deep into people's motives so I can understand their expectations before agreeing to take on projects. To determine whether I am being asked to complete someone else's dream rather than my own. And if I am then the answer should be no because whenever we try to live out someone else's dream, it very rarely becomes our own. Often it becomes everyone's nightmare because dreams are meant to be dreamt and achieved only by the person who dreams it.
When I think about the time it took me to complete the project, I feel sick to my stomach about how I was treated. But then I tell myself there was a lot of blood, sweat and tears that went into the project. A lot of knowledge gained, I will never forget. Nor would I have accumulated had I not taken the project on.
So instead of feeling bad for what I accomplished without much support. Instead of feeling like I have been left hanging out to dry. I acknowledge the wealth of information and sense of accomplishment I managed to achieve. Allowing me to realise I must forgive the person for the way he handled me because as long as I hold onto the anger and resentment I will not be able to make space in my heart to forgive myself.  To recognise I can not control the way he treated me. Nor can I go back and change history. All I can do is detach myself from the outcome. Surrender myself to the pain I feel. Acknowledge it then let it go. Thanking the Universe for the opportunity to learn how not to treat people and how to treat myself at the same time.
And for this difficult lesson of forgiveness, detachment and surrender I am truly grateful.

Monday, 8 October 2012

In ode to Ina Drew


I recently read a story about a woman called Ina Drew. A woman I have never met before. A woman I have never seen or heard about before until I read The New York Times. I was drawn to the story because of its subtitle,  "How a $6 billion mistake took down the most powerful woman on Wall Street".
I have recently been intrigued by a myriad of stories about women and their ascension to the highest ranks in the Corporate world. Some falling. Or deciding it's not for them and resigning to take on more "meaningful" roles in life. Women who are questioning whether the sacrifices are worth the aggravation. Worth losing their families over.
Leaving me pondering why so many women are facing this struggle. Asking themselves when is enough enough. Trying to come to terms with what success really means. Trying to strike a balance between careers, families and quality of life.
When I read the story about Ina Drew, a woman who seemed to be balancing her family life with her corporate life. A woman who seemed to understand and accept her feminine side without trying to transform herself into a "man" - something she obviously realised she could never be. A woman who allowed her staff to balance their lives by leading by example and doing the same with hers. I felt great pride upon discovering there are actually some women who are not trying to be something they are not and can never be. But that elation turned to despair when I realised that not even this iconic woman could survive in the Corporate World.
I was most offended by the way the article ended with Ina Drew being depicted as a "weak" woman. Painting an image of a woman falling apart who could not handle pressure of being in the man's world - mascara running down her face, swatting off a sexual harassment issue, hands shaking, losing weight, crumbling under the pressure. Why was it necessary to try to destroy the image of a woman who had managed to make it into the C-Suite with her own smarts and had taken her former organisation to heights unimaginable during the heyday all while making sure she was at home with her family at meal times and empowering her work mates to have a balanced life style.
But as I reflected on her story, I realised she did the honourable thing by willingly stepping up to the plate allowing herself to become the sacrificial lamb for the rest of her staff. Leading by example right to the bitter end. Should that have been the twist on the story rather than writing about her perceived disintegration in the media?
Ina Drew signifies to me a woman who stepped into the lion's den and knew she had to pay the price for doing so when the stuff hit the fan. Not once has she come into the newspaper decrying her fellow coworkers. Nor has she make a public spectacle of herself. As a matter of fact the newspaper article painted her as a person who knew her limitations and did not want to be in the limelight and nor did he want to be the CEO of a company. She wanted to do what she knew best bearing in mind she was a mother first.
Why couldn't she be praised for what she had done to save the institution from being drawn into a battle and causing many innocent people to lose jobs. Many will argue that she put the institution in that position in the first place so why should she be lauded for trying to mitigate the job she started in the first place. But here's the thing, only when we stop putting enormous pressures on companies to grow, when we stop demanding the best of everything at prices far than they should be, when we stop demanding altogether, we will continue to see financial institutions on the brink of collapse because we are all enabling them with our demands.
I take my hat off to Ina Drew who did the best she could with the resources she had. Opening doors for many who would not otherwise have a chance. Bringing a feeling of teamwork to an organisation unlike before. And showing that women do not need to be ashamed of the fact that we are mothers first but still get the job done. It's just a shame that she was the only one who was brave to take the fall for doing what every one praised her for in the past and doing what everyone expected her to do - make brave decisions for her company's growth. Ironically, even in tendering her resignation she made the greatest and last brave decision for her organisation. She was strong enough to take responsibility for her actions no matter the consequences for herself.
Could this story have been written in a different way without trying to make it sound like a movie? Would I have reacted the same way if this was a story about a man? I can't answer these questions but I do know it hit at my core. As it is for many women around the world questioning what our roles are evolving into. Questioning who and what are we becoming.
Mrs. Ina Drew, I wish you the best. Now is the time to reinvent yourself into whatever you see fit. You've worked hard to be in the position you're in now. Don't let anyone take that away from you. I know I'll be on the lookout for you wherever you resurface. Stronger. Better. And stripes well earned. Remembering always as Barbra Streisand says, "There are no mistakes. Only lessons to be learned."