Friday, August 19, 2011

Sky, Sea, Sand... and Me

The following are entries from my journal while on vacation.

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August 2, 2011

Here. I am Here. And I feel as though time has stopped still and I am trapped inside it. The sun slows down when it passes over me. The moon pauses and observes me. My heart skips no beats and misses no flashing moments of revelation. Everything is seen… perceived. Every instant is experienced in its nuanced profoundness. Here. I see things differently, obliquely. I see things as if from a hidden dimension. Here. I wait. I stay. I breathe.

Though. I realize. Here is not forever.

But… the sun is being abducted by orange and purple and silver faeries. And I want to watch while they pull her into the sea and lay her down to sleep…






August 3, 2011

We went outside to be with Life. With earth and trees and birds. Several couples crossed our path as we cycled over bumpy patches of sun and shade. Every time we crossed another couple, we smiled and chimed, “Hello!” and then continued on our way. To nowhere. To anywhere. It didn’t matter where we were going. We were going, the rhythm of our blood pumping our life in all of its violent beauty inside our veins. The moisture of our exertion keeping our backs damp… keeping them craving the touch of the clean air… and reveling in its arrival.

But… what divinity! An outing with no destination… no agenda. What could be more divine than that? What could be more simple, more raw, more pure? And how with Life we were!


August 4, 2011

This morning. The sea moved with a primitive insistence. A jagged and necessary lovemaking with the sky and the sand. The waves rose and fell… rose and fell… again… and again… with their own insistence… wanting to steal their moment of elation.

What was today? It went by as if in a reverie. Everything fluid. Water. Sky. Sand. People. Me. Us. And my vision of it all.

My eyes saw as if underwater. As if interrupted by waves. And the waves were the pendulums of the sea and the sky. Pendulums that did not swing, but undulated. And we undulated with them. Undulated to their rhythm. That primitive, jagged rhythm of insistent lovemaking… everywhere.

Can one be overwhelmed by the exquisiteness that is Life?

I am overwhelmed.






August 6, 2011

I looked stunning in my royal blue evening gown! Diamond studs in my ears. Black hair decorated with a simple white flower. Can I say I looked stunning? Oh, hell! Why not? Women are so busy acting coy about their physical beauty these days. As if being beautiful is a mortal sin. Well, I did look stunning! And I wasn’t the only woman who looked stunning. We all did! How we sparkled beneath the lights of the casino… so nice to see! There are few more off-putting sights than that of a woman (or a man) going out for the evening dressed inappropriately.

I remember when J. [a former colleague] came to a school function in a pair of black flipflops. Sure, they matched her little black dress, but it was hard for me to keep my mouth shut. I remember telling her, “I can’t believe you’re wearing those!” And her telling me, “What’s wrong with them? They’ve even got little rhinestone thingies on them!” Oh, my! I thought. Thank you for doing us the favor of making sure you had little rhinestone thingies on your flipflops. You really shouldn’t have troubled yourself! Yes, I’d fantasized saying these things, but had instead kept quiet, not wanting to spoil the evening with my part-sarcastic, part-judgmental attitude. Truth be told, though, she looked like a middle school student volunteering for a charity carwash.

I mean, it takes the same amount of time to slip on some stylish pumps as it takes to slip on some dead-skin-infested flipflops. So put on your heels and walk like drums are hiding in your legs… violin strings are threaded through your veins… waiting… so deliciously… to be plucked… and left to SING!

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i hear you stir in bed.

you are disturbed,
not by the sound of
my scratching on paper,
but by the mysterious and
unshakeable feeling of loneliness
that shadows your sleep.

you have always been gentle.
you have always held me
as if you are afraid of breaking me,
but, i am not so fragile,
i want to say.

yet, the sound of my inner voice
in my ears
fills me with melancholy.

and, as if you know…

in sleep, your sun-brushed lips
hunt the air for mine,
and you mumble, i love you,
so joyfully, so givingly,
expecting nothing in return.


August 7, 2011

A late start to the day, this morning. But then, last night, a late night.

I wanted to do… nothing. Yes. I wanted to do nothing, while feeling an inner compulsion to do something. After all, one can’t just while away one’s time doing nothing. Especially that precious vacation time… here one day, the next… gone!

But, why not? I’m always doing something or the other. Why not relax and let things flow where they want to flow? And since, this morning, nothing was of pressing importance, I decided to chill.

But, for me, chilling is something I must focus on doing. And by virtue of focusing on chilling… chilling is not exactly chilling anymore, is it?

CHILL. What a lovely word!

And… what a lovely ocean!






August 9, 2011

there is a stillness in the air, tonight,
a silence borne on magical wings.
a solitary silence,
cut by the hollow sound of our breaths,
slow and meditated.

and we sit on the cool tile floor,
backs against the wall,
legs stretched out against the ripeness of the sky…
and the freshness of the sea
and the slant of eternity where they touch.

but
this place…
THIS one… right here…
as pure and as flickering and as quickening as it is
is not what matters.

it is not about the place
but about who is in the place…
and what is happening to them
at any given point in time…
and what is happening around them…
and what is happening
INSIDE them.

i catch myself nodding off,
though, certain nights,
my eyes can find no peace.

i see myself a child,
walking upon an emerald meadow,
twirling my long black locks between my fingers,
and running wild.

sunlight and clouds
twine through my hair like colorful ribbons.
invisible stars
swing between my shoulder blades.

and…

i am flying.
i am flying.
i am flying.

and nothing will bring me down.


August 10, 2011

We went parasailing, today!

Oh, buzz buzz buzz!!! The last time we went parasailing was… what?... when we were on our honeymoon? I can’t even find words to describe the elation and the liberation and the HIGH of it all! Flying through the blue sky, with the blue water below you… the deep blue deep blue deep deep shimmer of water! Everything in my eyes was blue… the most beautiful most shocking blue! I am still inside that universality.


August 11, 2011

dance with me?
you said,
and you smiled at me
that dimpled smile
i know so well.

and i said,
yes,
all nervously,
my heart strumming in my lips,
like i was a teenager all over again.

and we danced…
and we danced…
and we danced…

and others danced around us.

but only we were… together.

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i have come to a point where i feel so… here.
so… present.
so… in the moment.
nothing else matters but now.
nothing that happened before.
nothing that will happen later.
all of those events are insignificant.
what matters is my discovery of myself… the different pieces of nevine… the OTHER pieces… seen as if glimpsed, by happenstance, inside a fragmented looking glass.
the day’s happenings fall around me with finesse and perfection.
the night’s events, too.
they fall… with grace.
and i dance inside their opacity.
and you dance with me.

we dance together… you and i… to scattered time.
we dance with no calculation, no precision.
we dance with such emancipation!

we are here… here.
ghosts. apparitions. we are.
dancing our way through the entrance to eden…

But.

Tomorrow. We depart. Tomorrow. We return to what we call Home. And, how I miss Home! Ridiculous, really, but… I miss my trees. Not my flowers. Not my plants. Not my herbs. But my big, independent trees. So mature and self-sufficient! I have always believed that trees have souls. My trees have souls and their souls are whispering to me, Come back! We miss you. Come back! As big and as independent as they are, they are craving my conversation… my stories. They are waiting for me to sit in their shade so we can talk. And we will! Just as soon as I get back to that lovely thing we call daily living. That lovely thing we accuse of being predictable and cumbersome and cliché, but when we take ourselves away from it, we are left craving it all over again!

I loved it here. I loved every moment I spent being alive and knowing it. I loved every particle of life that touched every iter of my being. But would I want to live here… forever and ever? I don’t think so… because… if I did… it would become daily living, too.

I’m coming home, Trees! Every sun- and sea-kissed fragment of me! Hurrah!!!



22 comments:

  1. My dear friend, even your journal entries are magical....I have missed you.

    hugs

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  2. Coucou ma belle! Je te te souhaite un merveilleux retour à ton "daily living" et à tes arbres;o)
    J'ai adoré le compte rendu de tes vacances. J'ai eu l'impression de les vivre aussi au fur et à mesure que je lisais;o)
    Les images sont superbes et j'ai bien ri en lisant le passage où il est question de "fliflaps" avec des "rhinestone thingies"!
    He he he! Hier je suis partie à Nancy, et quand je suis arrivée là-bas, j'ai enlevé mes nu-pieds et j'ai mis mes flipflaps -sans rhinestone thingies, bien que j'en possède une paire;o) mais je les garde pour aller danser he he he- que j'avais pris soin d'emmener avec moi dans un sac pour marcher. J'ai fait au moins 6km au hasard de mes pas entre 2 arrêts à des endroits (Rectorat = administration scolaire, et compagnie d'assurances) où je devais me rendre.
    Les 3/4 du temps, à la maison, dans le jardin et quand je me promène, je porte ça aux pieds. Sans doute une habitude qui me vient de l'enfance;o)
    Merci tout plein d'avoir fait un saut chez moi. Ça m'a fait énormément plaisir;o)

    ¤ Gros BIZZZOUZZZZ et à tout bientôt ¤

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  3. Journeys within a journey, Nevine, captured with a startling crispness that only comes from living.

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  4. So well done! This was the next best thing to joining you - thanks, Nevine.

    But I am worried that I will feel like a voyeur from now on when I sit and gaze at the sea and the sky and the sand ...

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  5. Vacations are good. But of course a Nevine vacation would not be complete without bringing your exquisite poetic sensibilities along.

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  6. Soul Knight - Glad you enjoyed. :-)

    ConTemplate - Well, we're all voyeurs, aren't we? Life is so damn beautiful, we can't help but look, and watch, and stare. So glad to know you enjoyed reading this, ConTemplate.

    Judy - I can't help but take my poetic spirit with me everywhere. I wonder if it sometimes blinds me to truths I don't want to see...

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  7. what a very nicely written piece/journal!!!
    you got me hooked!

    loved every single word of it!
    you're AWESOME my lovely nevine!
    i'm so happy for you; sounds like you had a great time and a magical vacation!

    hugs and kisses, my dearest!
    betty xx

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  8. I am so happy you are back and that you brought with you such magnificent experiences. They will become blue poems and subtle dreams.
    The same experiences that anyone can have- but you are a poet not only after reflecting on your life but as you are living.
    Best wishes in your next school cycle! And much love, a

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  9. Coucou ma belle!
    Bravo pour les photos retouchées avec photoshop. C'est vraiment très réussi. On dirait des tableaux. Mais la dernière, est-ce que c'est la mer au départ?
    Je suis allée lire la lettre. C'est sûr qu'il y a des moments où les mots restent comme figés à l'intérieur et peut-être que c'est mieux ainsi;o)

    ¤ BIG BIZZZOUZZZZ et belle semaine ¤

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  10. Ah! Je plaisantais pour les flipflop;o)Ça fait mal aux pieds quand ton cavalier ou les autres danseurs te marchent sur les pieds;o) He he he!

    ¤ Re BIZZZOUZZZZ ¤

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  11. Dear Nevine:

    A joy to have you back and double joy to be able to participate in your summer holiday through your journal. If your journal during a holiday looks like that, I would do anything to grab that one and find a lonely spot so that I could sojourn and dwell with that writing of yours. Thanks for allowing us to partake your cup of life, dear Nevine. We are truly honoured and joyous.

    I could see you in that gown and you looked so radiant and divine. And, you are right about dressing to the ocassion.

    I loved the way this journal has a bit of everything: love+philosophy+fashion+advise and other things.

    Glad to know that you had a fantastic time, as always :)

    Big hugs across ether, dearest Nevine.

    Joy always,
    Susan

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  12. Andressa - Thank you.

    Betty - It's great to see you back! And thank you so much for your very enthusiastic comment. I did have a wonderful time. But then, vacations are always a much-needed break, so I end up appreciating them all the more. I hope you enjoyed your vacation, as well. I'm sure you did and I can't wait to see more photos! Big hugs back to you, my dear.

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  13. Adriana - Thank you for the very lovely thoughts, dear Adriana. I do feel like my muse has been recharged after this break, and I'm hoping to write more and more. School demands much of my time, though, so I will have to keep my balances straight and not get carried away with it all! But thank you for being so thoughtful, Adriana, and much love back to you.

    Mildred - He he he... tu m'as fait rire en parlant de ceux qui te marchent sure les pieds! Oui, certainement, c'est beaucoup mieux de mettre des chaussures... ;-) Mais, la dernière photo, c'est la mer à marée basse. Je l'ai retouchée avec un filtre "painted glass". En jouant... he he he. Merci, ma belle, pour ta présence toujours chaleureuse! Je t'adore!!! Bises!!!

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  14. Susan - So lovely to read your thoughts, and thank you. I enjoyed my time away from the usual, and I can't help but share some of my moments. It was truly a divine time, and I'm so happy to know you enjoyed reading my little snippets of holiday minutiae. Big hugs back to you, dear Susan.

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  15. Coucou Nevine!
    Je suis venue te lire dans TNL et j'ai adoré;o)
    Quand j'étais gosse, j'avais une peur terrible de la lune! Mes parents m'envoyaient parfois chercher du sucre ou du café au villge (on habitait dans la pinède) et de chaque côté de la route il y avait des murs, pas d'échappatoire possible, et la lune me suivait. Et si je courrais pour lui échapper elle courrait aussi vite que moi! C'est idiot, mais je ne pouvais demander à personne de m'expliquer les choses! Et certainement pas à mes parents! Enfin, maintenant elle ne me fait plus peur. Elle me fascine dans le bon sens du terme;o)

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    Big bisous et que la lune puisse toujours être ton alliée et saupoudrer ta vie de milliers d'étoiles étincelantes****

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  16. Thank you, ma belle, for sharing this memory. Though sometimes we are afraid of certain things when we are children, it seems as we get older we overcome our elementary fears and see the beauty instead. Big bisous back to you and bonne semaine!!! :-)

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  17. Travelling with You has never been anything other than a continious enchantement!

    i meet all kinds of seas, breezes, waves twilights which i can never find anywhere else but here close to your poetic mind.

    i dine with your elegant words, what a banquet of Beautiful....

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  18. COL - Your words are the beauty that has colored this post with a freshness and an honesty I can't deny. Thank you, COL, for your ever warm spirit. Though there are thousands of miles between us, I can always feel it beaming. :-)

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Your thoughts are deeply appreciated.