the desert and the oasis

Once upon a time there was a girl who loved the Desert and she travelled to faraway places to have the pleasure to meet it and be alone with it.One day she met another girl who had been to the Desert alone a lot as well. They recognised each other immediately the moment they took off their sunglasses to shake hands. They went to the park and danced all night. Later they decided to go back to the Desert together and after they had walked a long while they sat down across each other only to see their Desert had been an Oasis all along. Once upon a time there was a girl she loved the Desert much she travelled to faraway places to have the pleasure to meet it and be alone with it. One day she met another girl she loved the Desert as well They recognised each other the moment they took off their sunglasses to shake hands. They went to the park the danced all night in the moonlight. they decided to go back to the Desert together they walked a while under (the) stars sat across each other and saw their Desert had been an Oasis in all time

thank you, Teachers...

early this year i started my training as a shiatsu therapist. as with all the important things in life... it was a pure coincidence. i had gotten one of those discount coupons for a shiatsu session with a certain therapist named mario. i didn't know what shiatsu was. i had never had a shiatsu treatment. but curious as i am, i had to try it. i ordered the coupon. i looked up the therapist's website. so he was a teacher at a shiatsu school. and they even had an intro night, which he was giving the following week. i went. i walked out knowing i had found the exact thing i didnt know i was looking for. signed up the same night. fast forward ten months later. thanksgiving. evening class. me. three other advanced students. mario. wonderful class. at the end of the class, another of my favourite Teachers, ursula, came by to prepare the room for her morning class. i stood at the entrance watching my two Teachers rearranging the mats. ursula notice me and came to me, as i was wearing my hat. she said how are you my dear, while she was straightening my turtleneck. i said i am very happy. oh good, glad to hear that. and now i m going to straighten your hat so you can be even happier, and she straightened my hat, so lovingly, and said, be happy, be in the moment, and then at the same time we both said "cuz we never know how long it's going to last". and i said right now i am very happy for you are my Teacher, and she kinda didnt expect that, and i looked straight into her big steel blue eyes and i said THANK YOU and then mario came to say goodnight and i said "you know i wouldnt have become involved in shiatsu if it weren't for you, right?" and now mario is a bit of a shy guy and he looked away so charmingly as he does and when he looked back i looked straight into his big glacier blue eyes and i said THANK YOU i've been blessed with so many wonderful Teachers in this life...

is that what you greek people do?

a darling friend informed me yesterday morning that she was ill and staying home from work until end of the week. i asked her to recount the medicine the doctor had given her, ordered a eucalyptus bath and bedrest or i'd spank her, and said i was going to be over at her house that night or the next morning. this morning i was over. i didn't stay much - just long enough to make her some tea, tidy the kitchen, make her eat some fruit with her medicine, cook some soup for lunch, make her some more tea and see that she sips it while entertaining her with descriptions my latest sex dreams, tuck her snuggly on the sofa with books and more tea... when it was time to go i got up, hugged her and kissed her forehead, not without ordering another eucalyptus bath before bed. she stopped me halfway to the door. -so, is that the greek thing to do when people are sick? -what like, bust into their house at 9 in the morning and make them drink tea until it squirts out their ears? -no, you know, come to their house and take care of them? is that what greek people do? i really did have to think about this for a moment. was i trespassing cultural limits here? was i intruding? it didnt even cross my mind to ask whether it was ok to go by. i just stated it as a fact. was this too much? i mean, although she did catch a lung infection, she wasn't exactly dying. -i'm not sure as to which upbringing is responsible for it - i think that's what friends do. oh, i'll get the trash on my way out.