Showing posts with label dreaming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreaming. Show all posts

August 14, 2012

Expats + other musings and links

Look around and tell me how many people you know are from another part of the world.  You are probably one of them.  For many, the call to roam extends beyond just a holiday – it’s about creating a new work-life balance, and finding fulfillment in a different country.  More than half of all my childhood friends, and relatives are living abroad, scattered around the globe.  They have left behind family and a way of life that they thought would be with them until the end of their days.  Whether this [population] mobility is driven by social, economic, or personal reasons, it's happening everywhere, and our generation is living proof. 

When I was younger, the mere talk of living abroad was sure to bring oohs and aahhs  around the room.  We heard stories of blissful snowy days, and huge super malls, long spreads of beautiful parks, flower markets and street cars, where theaters played back to back movie premieres and even the water tasted differently. Almost everyone had a family friend, a close relative or a neighbor living abroad whose return visit was always filled with anticipation. 

Most of us have adapted (assimilated) so well to living abroad, we can't fathom returning to our place of origin.  We even consider the legal adoption of our host country. We like it where we are, and are proud of what we have accomplished.  We participate fully in our communities abroad and have made life commitments in this new place we call home.  Anthropologists call this "acculturation." Nevertheless, some of us still see our families and friends back home, and even look forward to visiting our beloved land as periodically as we can.  Often, in situations where assimilation is inevitable or just the next reasonable course of action, we end up as chameleons, rather than as proper  expats.

But what happens when you find yourself experiencing a growing sensation of identity confusion?   Most of our lives we have been taught that identity is nontransferable, spawning from our mother land, our family rituals and our unique ethnicity. How do you fuse this acculturation into your identity?  Some of us think about these issues at some point in our abroad lives.  By having children, and raising that generation, we unwillingly step further away from our parent's generation.  At some point, you start thinking about family plots, wills, and what the future would look like without the place you come from as the point of reference.  That's a question in mind lately. Suddenly, putting down roots seems intensely nerve wracking. 

Anyway, did you know that the UK, and not the US, has the greatest number of expats around the world -about 3 million.  The Expat Dilemma is one we have all faced at one point in our lives. And sometimes, the expats are our parents.  Speaking of expats, have you seen this witty movie about young expats living in Barcelona? And this book comes highly recommended if you want to cure the tingling sensation of eternal wanderlust.  But if you prefer crime thrillers, then this expat book is for you.


~Credits~
Image 1: Pinterest (source:  www. frenchcx.com)
Image 2: Photo of Lost Girl Lindsey Tramuta, Photo by Elena Rossini
Image 3:  The Talented Mr. Ripley, 1999 (Paramount Pictures & Miramax Films via Word & Film)

July 3, 2012

Spotted: Jenni Juurinen, set designer

For a few years now, I've been slightly obsessed with Scandinavian culture, design and lifestyle.  I'm also drawn to other cultures and lifestyles, especifically the islands of Polynesia (quite the opposite, I know) Scotland, and countries of northern Africa.  I recently discovered the work of Jenni Juurinen, a Finnish set designer and stylist whose set designs, and styling is out of this world.  Her works include TV, film, theater and print credits.  She's also the owner of Little Helsinki, a style blog, and style editor at Deko Magazine. She's my new idol, and I would have never been so addicted to Scandivanian design if it wasn't for her. 
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{Set design by Jenni Juurinem. Photography by Jorma Morstia}

February 21, 2012

Inspiration: Room with a view

Writing is all about inspiration, right?  It's also about discipline. But sometimes a writer needs encouragement and stimulation and these rooms are both, a writer's fancy and personal getaways that make any moment dreamy and worthwhile.  I'm musing over these inspirational views. Would you please join me?



January 30, 2012

A time for daydreaming

There's a time for everything.  A time to mourn, to laugh, to reinvent yourself and to daydream.  I used to daydream, but after giving birth and taking care of my daughter other priorities or simple desires have taken a back seat.  I love how it made me feel.  It's similar to when you read a good book or a brilliant passage.  You feel renewed, recharged and fulfilled for the next task ahead.  And I read somewhere that daydreaming releases endorphins, which as you know, it's one of the body's healers, keeping illnesses at bay.  And it makes you a happier, more positive person.


When I was younger I used to daydream a lot.  I would knit stories and images in my mind of how I wanted situations to unfold.  Much like someone who smokes, and plans his moves around the next cigarette. I used to set aside a quiet time for daydreaming.  The effect was similar to soaking in a warm bath.  My soul and spirit were in harmony with my intellectual side.  And not surprisingly many projects or ideas were born in this nurtured environment.
 

I never do New Year resolutions because I never stick to them.  But this year, I will make it a habit of daydreaming at least a couple of times a week.  I need to get reacquainted with this part of myself.  Play with my inner child.  I highly recommend this.  Have you ever set aside time to daydream?

Images by Andrew via Flickr

February 18, 2011

The stuff that dreams (and men) are made of

I have been having many vivid dreams lately.  They say is the surge of hormones in the body, coupled with intensified REM patterns in the mother’s brain. But it was more surprising to read that the baby, starting now (7 months), is also developing her own REM patterns in the womb.  What would a baby dream about?  Aren’t dreams made of the shuffling of images in your sub conscience, or past experiences and feelings you may harbor and don’t know until they show up in a dream? Do they dream about the noises they hear during the day, the taste of their thumbs or the way light colors certain corners of the womb? 


 Dreaming is an intimate experience.  And I can’t help but feel a little deprived of her first intimate experience.  At what point do you just let go?  When do you realize in full measure that you cannot be part of everything they are?  This will be a study in the making that will require great lengths of trust and self-control.  Letting your children become whoever it is they will become.
                               
Regardless of what she is dreaming, if she is, I hope for now her dreams are sweet.  The other day around 5 a.m. I felt little spasms in my abdomen, like a seizure inside my belly.  I hope she wasn’t having a bad dream, but a case of the old hiccups.