It's been a while but... I'm back! At the moment I am in the lovely Cyprus staying at a gorgeous and peaceful Yoga and Wellness resort called Zening! I absolutely love it here. I only just arrived a couple of days ago and knew instantly that I made the right decision to come here on my 6 days off. I have to add that the journey to get to this place from Larnaca airport was a bit of a trek but well worth it. I took several busses and shuttles (4 to be exact). When I arrived to I believe was the 2nd stop I encountered a sweet old man around the age of 85, was so cute he couldn't speak a bit of English and he was sitting there drinking his orange soda offering me one by making gestures and continue to speak in Greek. I think perhaps I reminded of him of his granddaughter. Last night, I went to this meditative dance session was quite funny at first 4 women (myself included) just dancing are hearts off in whatever style we felt. At the moment I am sitting on my balcony listening to calming music and looking out at the ocean while sipping my green tea about to head to Sun Salutations by one of the pools here at the resort. The resort includes breakfast and hourly classes (optional but all covered in the price) of different varieties such as kickboxing, meditative breathing, Yin Yoga, Yoga for beginners, and many others. In the evening, I will have dinner at the restaurant here at the resort. They have a community table where you can sit with the staff and others from the resort or dine alone if you so choose.
I could go on and on about this wonderful this 'retreat' is and how relaxed and happy I feel but to be honest I would rather talk about something of deeper meaning and appreciation. I want to talk about my encounter with that sweet little man. A man who seemed so wise and harmless who just wanted to help me. As he could see I was a young woman traveling alone with quite a few bags and I was very tired. I was so tired from just arriving from operating a Chicago flight the previous night, getting home packing and up early the next day to catch my Larnaca flight. This is just to paint a better picture to the degree of tiredness. When I think of this old man now it brings a tear (multiple tears) to my eye and it reminds me of my Dad's dad, he died at the age of 92. I remember how generous he was and how he was always so happy to see me and my sister when we were young girls and every time we visited him, he gave us $100. He just wanted to help and this is one of the ways he thought he could. I know he was a generous man and very sweet but I wish I could have known him better, he died when I was around 10 years old. I would like to have known his story just as I would like to have known the story of this sweet little Greek (Cypriot) man. I feel sincere gratitude toward little moments like this, moments that allow you to feel a certain love and energy that exists in all corners of the world, that we seem to forget at times. Sometimes we are bogged down by our own inner dialogue and we don't give enough attention to these moments. If we take a moment to slow down and appreciate these moments it brings greater joy into our own lives and helps us to give it back to the world.
I could go on and on about this wonderful this 'retreat' is and how relaxed and happy I feel but to be honest I would rather talk about something of deeper meaning and appreciation. I want to talk about my encounter with that sweet little man. A man who seemed so wise and harmless who just wanted to help me. As he could see I was a young woman traveling alone with quite a few bags and I was very tired. I was so tired from just arriving from operating a Chicago flight the previous night, getting home packing and up early the next day to catch my Larnaca flight. This is just to paint a better picture to the degree of tiredness. When I think of this old man now it brings a tear (multiple tears) to my eye and it reminds me of my Dad's dad, he died at the age of 92. I remember how generous he was and how he was always so happy to see me and my sister when we were young girls and every time we visited him, he gave us $100. He just wanted to help and this is one of the ways he thought he could. I know he was a generous man and very sweet but I wish I could have known him better, he died when I was around 10 years old. I would like to have known his story just as I would like to have known the story of this sweet little Greek (Cypriot) man. I feel sincere gratitude toward little moments like this, moments that allow you to feel a certain love and energy that exists in all corners of the world, that we seem to forget at times. Sometimes we are bogged down by our own inner dialogue and we don't give enough attention to these moments. If we take a moment to slow down and appreciate these moments it brings greater joy into our own lives and helps us to give it back to the world.
