And exhale

Breathe…
Don’t forget to breathe. Breathing is something done so naturally for us that we forget what the power of a breath can do. Stuck in a world full of media, stereotypes, rules and stunted imagination. Politics and money. A vision of perfection which is false. People all around me are starting to look the same. Am I also a victim of this? 

Imagine if you could reprogram your brain. Rearrange the pictures, turn the rules upside down and start seeing reality completely differently. Like the white rabbit taunting you to follow him down the hole.

“Is there a wonderland?”

I’ve been following rules for so long, this is good, this is bad. This is right, this is wrong. You shouldn’t do this you shouldn’t do that, you shouldn’t get emotional, why do you cry. What do you look like. You need to do this and be like that. Shit Emma you’re almost 30. It’s the end of the world. Are you married yet? Kids?.. Kids?.. Kids?.. that’s it once you hit 30 you’re doomed for life, your egg count is diminished. Horror horror horror. 

The truth is at this point it’s safe to say I now know how to breathe. Not the instinctive breathing, I’m lucky to say I’ve never had problems with my lungs or my ability to gain air to my body, but the breathe that inhales those little particles of light and positive energy and the exhale which lets go of all the sadness, negativity and bad energy. 

Live for you, you control what your eyes see. You control your reactions to situations. It’s you that decides to be sad or happy or angry. It’s you that tells yourself you need this or you need that. It’s YOU. You can change everything. You can change the world how you see it right now. It all starts with a breath of air.

Namaste

“The Spirit within me salutes the Spirit in you”

Hate. Hate. Hate. Do you see how this word affects us. It’s a sorrowful sight this world we live in. At least for those of us who truly care about the souls of other beings and animals. Where is the smile at passing strangers, the manners at an open door? What are you all doing in your lives? If you do anything at all. Be kind.

“You reap what you sow”

What you put into this life you get back ten times over. You think you’re having a bad day, you’ll have a worse day, you think you’re getting ill, yes you’ll get ill. Do not underestimate the power of thought. 

Do you know what I pray for. I pray for god to put light into every single person. I pray they are lifted by this and pass on kindness with others. Imagine if my prayers were answered. We would have world peace. Maybe, just maybe one day I won’t any longer need to pray for this one passionate need of mine. 

Either way, people will be people but what makes you human is the question of today.

Magical Port Louis (Porlwi by light)

Great post and amazing video! This happens once a year and it’s amazing!

The Heart of Mauritius

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Sandwiched between the Indian Ocean and a mountain backdrop, Port Louis blends Mauritius modernity and tradition. Port Louis is the heart of Mauritius, capital of horse racing, home to the Historical Museum, and much more. Mauritius’ capital city transports you on an ocean of culture and authenticity where art and history are omnipresent. This year, the city and its rich heritage will be highlighted from the 4th to the 6thDecember through the PORLWI by Light initiative. A festival allowing both Mauritians and tourist to discover and rediscover the history of the capital. Whethere you are residents of the island of Mauritius or staying in one of its hotels or villas, do not miss the opportunity to drop by and enjoy this festival!

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                     “Stunning lights and magnificent shows”

Imagine a ballet of illuminated canoes in the harbor, or a dancing light show in the Company Garden…

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A reminiscent bus journey – Part 2


My mind is racing. I have a million different thoughts flying around my head as if there is a quiddich match happening and the snitch is playing havoc with the 2 teams. Anyone who knows what I’m on about here will now have a picture in their head. Whilst my brain is dancing I’m sitting comfortably on the number one bus from Rose Hill to Port Louis. Apart from having to hold the curtain to refrain it from hitting my face I’m pretty content in my seat. 

It’s a busy time to take the bus. The traffic is like a snail race. The bus conductor smiles. He looks happy. He takes my money and hands over my ticket with a look of satisfaction for his job. Wouldn’t that be nice. It’s hot. Not warm, hot like being in the sauna whilst still walking out into another. I’m literally sweating like a pig. I smell bad and I’m wearing my sunglasses to cover my tired eyes. I’m watching the world pass by the window… stopping and starting as the vechicles move a few metres at a time. 

It’s busy here. Beau Bassin is more lively than I thought. The shops are plentiful and the people are going about their lives. As we take a another halt a small ragged post catches my eye. ‘Port Louis 5 miles’ there and then I saw a photo opportunity but afraid to take out my smashed screen phone I decided against it. I smiled though. Something old and full of character still showing face in the modern age… and yes you heard me right my phone is smashed, and yes it looks as though I’ve thrown it in a rage. I promise it’s not the case. I’m just completely clumsy! 

The houses look well built here and plots of land shout at you with their hand made signs for sale. I can see why it’s popular to build here but the busy road is somewhat hard to take in. The police 4×4 is in its usual place on the end of a small bridge. A dead end road which is sandwiched by two low brick walls. Kids, what looks like jumping into the water. I really hope I’m wrong and that my eyes deceive me. The nature is prominent here. Trees creating well sort after shade spots and great natural surroundings of times past. 

My bag is on my lap. I’m still thinking of a million things. What’s right, what’s wrong, morals and ethics. All bundles of words created from the last 6 hours of my day. The hands on my watch seem as if they’re going forward in time yet I feel like we’ve gone nowhere. The sun is hidden by the clouds as I stare at the people waiting impatiently for their bus. I feel a sense of relief knowing I’m on my way home but discontent that I have to yet climb onto another bus and walk up the mountain roads. I think about the exercise and then decipher whether I should be moaning or appreciative that I’ll be burning some calories.

The buildings of Port Louis start to appear, the mountain gives an impression of being in reach. It always lie. The bus conductor parks himself on he empty seat that accompanies me. “bonjour… blah blah blah” is what hit my ears. (My french is not quite there yet) “English” I replied. “Yes, of course”. He spent his time discussing the traffic, weather and work. Whilst I was obviously respondent, my mind was still playing quiddich. My forehead showing signs of respiratio, lips dry from heat and conscious of my bad odour. We’re finally here. The south bus stop. The journey isn’t over. 

If you do one thing in life…


If you do one thing in life, always do what’s right. Not what’s convenient. Why agree with something when you don’t agree? Why do something which has morals against your own? Why follow the crowd even though you don’t want to go that way? 

Know yourself and know your mind. Follow your instincts and never blind yourself just because you don’t want to see. Open your mind and open your heart. Be kind, be courteous and be true to who you are. Period.