Discovering Egypt

First I want to wish everybody who visits my space a Happy and Joyful 2007.

Second this will be my last blog on my space, because the  main reason to keep this space doesn’t exist anymore. This was to show my family, friends and whoever visits me, our way of living in Egypt.

Not only our spiritual development but also live as it is between the people here in the villages.

Now it’s time for Martin and me to go back to Holland where us will wait a new Divine adventure.

My photo-albums and comments of Egypt I’ll leave them, the other ones I will remove.

And of course once in a while I will look at my space, to thank the ones who’re giving comments after all, that I will not write anymore on my space will not say I won’t look at it, and never say never, who knows.

For my friends, I will add you to my favorites, so it’s easier for me to link to you.

Leaves me nothing then to say, until we meet again on “space”

With Love & Light.

According to some people, you’ve different kinds of meditation. For me meditation means that I go into myself with my thoughts, thinking about the things or persons who’ve crossed my path and what they mean to me or just to make my head empty so I can think clearly again.

Yep sometimes it can be very clouded inside my head. That’s one of the reasons a meditation for me never is the same.

Sometimes I feel the urge to take a long walk in the forest so I can feel grounded again, one with nature and while listening to the wind who talks with the trees, I can let my thoughts go one by one. And sometimes I want to ride very fast on my bicycle feel how the energy is flowing trough my body, inhaling the fresh air while it feels for me as if I can conquer the world, but there are also moments I just want to sit very quiet listening to the mantra’s sung by an Tibetan monk ( I like the low voice they use ) burn incense and candles, with eyes closed feeling how the peaceful it is inside myself.

And of course not to forget the moments I use cleaning my house as meditation, and this is what I want to tell you about.

Maybe it’s strange for some among us, for me no, for as far I can remember I always used cleaning my house as a kind of meditation. First I wasn’t aware of it, that it was a meditation, but when I grow older I felt that when I was worrying I just want to clean my house. Now I know this is one of the many ways to clean my head also, with every layer dust I removed, I removed the worrying thoughts. And always singing my own song, one time with a very bright, clear voice, another time with a deep sad voice, because this to is very important to me MUSIC . But this I will tell another time.

What I do like also is ironing, I can do this for hours, it’s so easy not to think about how I have to iron it, this goes by itself, but while ironing the wrinkles out of the clothes I ironing also the wrinkles out of my head.

And this brings me back to: Cleaning as Meditation.

Here in Egypt I’m developing into a higher consciousness, this goes so smoothly that I sometimes forget why I’m here and what it means for me. These are the times my body feels tired and painful. I know I don’t have to do this by my own, I know my guide and his helpers are there for me, I just have to ask.

So last week when I felt tired everywhere pain, I started to clean my house, just felt I needed to do this. Normally I use the vacuum cleaner, but now we had a power cut so I decided to clean with my broomstick. And wash the floors with clear water.

Doing this I was thinking:” Why is my back hurting so much, why does it burns in my throat ? “

While I was moving on slowly it suddenly occur to me that I was thinking:” they’re working on my chakra’s, because my development my chakra’s have to develop also.”

I was not aware of it that I pushed this thought away, so my throat started to feel very painful, this is always when I want to express myself but then pushing the thought away.

Finally I decided to discus this with Martin, and while expressing this thought I felt the pain moving away.

And after a nice hot bath I felt as reborn again.

End of the story was that by cleaning my house room by room very slowly, washing with clear water my head became also clear.

With Love and Light,

5 October, our plane landed in Luxor, Ramadan has already started so Khaled asked us to have a little patience, it was very busy and hard to get a car.

There he was so happy to see us, as we were to see him.

The family was already waiting anxiously after all they didn’t see us for 4 months, what a warm welcome. I had to give many kisses and hugs, before Khaled told us our apartment was not finished yet so we could stay in his during the finishing of ours.

And then what a surprise, last time when we saw our apartment only the walls and roof where standing, now almost everything was done, just the carpenter had to make the windows and doors so the painter could finished it.

Exciting as Khaled was he told us that if we’re lucky we could be living within a week or at least 1 and a halve week in our apartment, knowing the Egyptian way of live we already say to each other that we’re happy if it’s finished within a month, and it did.

One day before end of Ramadan we could enter our apartment, Saudie the brother of Khaled first finished the Bed-room and added all the doors and windows including lockers.

Wauw what a wonderful feeling to sleep in our own bed.

For about three weeks we stayed in the apartment of Khaled and his wife Hoda, which we very appreciated, now we could hold an eye on the painters for the finishing touch.

Boy oh boy what a mess they can make, happily for me they hired a man who took away the greatest mess, but still enough to do for me.

So bit by bit I’m cleaning everything, get the sparkles of paint from the tiles, and when I’m looking at the results until now, than I’ve to admit, I’m quite satisfied.

Martin made the design for the apartment and now it’s finished the whole family is very proud of it, so everybody who comes to visit the family during AL EID, has to take a look and all are impressed especially by the way Khaled’s father made our bed-room.

The only thing we’re waiting for now is our kitchen, because they didn’t know how we wanted this they waited for us.

In the mean time we have dinner with the family our we go out and visit some of our other friends.  

Speaking about our friends, when we visited them we were surprised, such a warm hello, and yes again many kisses and many hugs. Some of the women were holding me so tight as if they never would let me go again, many tears of joy.

It’s nice to be back home again.

17th September 2006

The end of our holiday in Holland is near, we already have the tickets and we’re flying on the 5^th of October.

But first we celebrate that my youngest granddaughter will be baptized, so we stay the last days together with our children and grandchildren.

Than we have to pack our things and of we go, back to our dear friends who seems family for us.

Of course we’re anxious to see our apartment, last thing we heard was that the people were busy with the tiles for the floors.

And we want to buy some gifts  for our friends and their children, so the last days will be busy for us.

I sure will miss our bicycle trips or our walks in the forest here, al the green trees. And to see how the garden of Martin’s mother will change during the season’s.

The view from our bedroom window, seeing how the squirrels jump from tree to tree eating nuts and pineapples, or how the birds are singing their morningsong.  

It is so beautiful to see how it changed from the summer into fall, she has a lot of flowers and plants, how could it be different it’s a big garden. And for Mom it’s nice to work in it as long the day’s are long and light, but I have to admit, this was nothing for me, to putt all the flowers on color, crawling between the bushes and plants to pick the weeds what’s growing between it.

And that’s the difference between us two, when I see a flower so beautiful, weed or no weed and I like it, I just let it grow, after all we people are the ones who decide what is a weed and what not.

But Mom, no way, that’s a weed so away with it.

I never forget the day she visited Martin and me, when we where just together. We had a small garden, and in the back of it against the little shed there were growing some flowers in different colors,( yellow, purple and blue ), we liked it to let the garden go growing a bit like a wild garden. For me it was the first time to gardening the way I felt it was good.

But when she saw those plants and bushes, she was astonished, how could we grow all that weed in the garden ( it was just growing in the border ), so I told her, that I liked the flowers and didn’t know it was weed.

And that it was oké for Martin and me to let it grow, after all we found it was a nice place to for the natural inhabitants to live in, and our neighbor cats liked to stop by and drink some water, asking for a hug, she said nothing but on the look of her face she didn’t agree with it.

And to be honest she really has a nice garden, when she’s working in it Joris her cat likes to sit or lay in the sun looking how she’s doing her work, and sometimes he’s going on his own adventures, discovering the garden and his little inhabitants, running after them.

With Love and Light,