I was in
Istanbul last weekend. As I was looking
out my window on Saturday, I started to see sailing boats with open blown sails
on the Bosphorus. This was not a common
sight since sail boats can only travel with their engine on the Bosphorus.
Normally. But sometimes there is a race and this special straight in Istanbul
looks totally different. No more
tankers, no more big ships, but the Bosphorus is filled with racing sailboats
big and small with their mostly white and colourful sails. I felt calm and happy and lucky to have the
chance to experience one of these special days on the Bosphorus.
I believe that there
is always a purpose for the things that come into our lives. This does not always mean that it is easy for
me to accept what is happening. This is
a belief that there is a reason, a purpose for what is taking place.
I had trainings
organised for the next six days in Istanbul and that is why I thought I was in
the city. Reiki courses, Bach Flower
Remedy courses, coaching sessions. I had
thought I was in the city for work. I
had chosen the dates to be in through looking at the dates in the calendar and
feelings which were the dates that felt good for me to be in Istanbul. All of training and sessions appointments
were taken afterwards. Well, it seems
that there was more reasons for me to be in Istanbul around that time.
It turns there
was a big repair planned in my apartment building in Istanbul and my landlord
needed to make changes and repairs in my apartment immediately. I had not heard of the repairs since I had
been away from Istanbul for two weeks and I learned this urgent news on my
first morning in the city. Since I had
planned to be in the city for almost the week, this would not be a problem for
me. But if they had said this was to be
done say next it would be a major problem because after that I needed to be in
Izmir for four important meetings in three days. Yet, the bigger surprise for
me is that I was asking landlord for the repairs in the windows, actually for
her to change the old wooden style windows with single layer glasses on the
back side of the apartment for almost seven years. The heat and sound
insulation was quite bad and it was hard to repair the windowsill which were
more than thirty years old. I had lost
hope and now it needs to be done for the other repairs in the apartment
building to be done. I am just grateful.
There are many
reasons of why we need to be at a certain place at a certain time. And there are many different ways that we
decide to be at a certain place.
Sometimes it is just a feeling tells me to go to Fethiye on a certain
date, without any apparent reasons. Most
of the time the reason appears on its own. Feeling to go to different places at different
times. Like the feeling that tells us to
do or not to do something, there is always a call to go or to stay as well. The result of a meeting I had in the city of
Elazığ about ten days ago explains the uneasiness that I felt in going. The team told me that I should be there as
their leader and as their boss; I had felt that with my presence we might be
cornered into a decision that we were not ready for.
They insisted that I should be there. I did not say no. As it sometimes is, it was difficult to come
with logical reasons to explain why I should not be there with my team of engineers. With the almost twenty years of work that I
had done as an engineer, I see their point.
However, with the new understanding I have as a Reiki Master, a
complimentary healing therapist and coach, how I can I live ignoring my strong
feelings? The meeting in Elazığ was a
quite technical meeting and my feelings had told me that I shouldn’t be there
regardless of all the mental, organizational and technical reasons.
Those of you who
might have read “Missing Lady” last week might see a pattern. Last residues of a pattern that I want to
call attention to. In the last five six
years there are indeed very very few times that I do not listen to my feelings,
that I do not listen to my heart anymore.
My decision to attend the meeting in Elazığ was almost simultaneous with
my decision to confirm Lady’s operation that we lost her in.
If something is
not calm in your heart when you make a decision, it is a sign that definitely
needs to be taken into account. Do not
decide, please do not decide before understanding what it is trying to tell
you. Maybe it is to say no, maybe it is
to prepare better, but surely there is part of the puzzle that still needs to
be discovered. I had been grateful for
this feelings that has made me happy and that protected me I must say that kept
be alive a few times. As I find myself writing about a similar approach to life
again, I realize that it is not enough to be grateful anymore. It is important for me to say that the life I
am grateful for was only possible with that compass of feelings.
I have two books
published in English and they are the collections of the articles I have
written in the Land of Light. For over
five years I wrote in almost every issue in our Land of Lights. And then an offer came to publish those articles. One thing led to another and I found myself
receiving such interesting email from both Turks and foreigners who have read
those two books “Is It Written in the Stars?” and “Imagine Being Lucky.” In 2006 when I had started to write for our
English newspaper, I surely did not imagine that I would have two books in
English that were sold all around Turkey.
I had not imagined I would have six other books in Turkish either. One thing led to another. One feeling, one insight led to another.
The late Steve
Jobs of Apple had said this may be better than most in his commencement speech at
Stanford University in June 2005: “You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only
connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow
connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny,
life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all
the difference in my life.” May he rest in
peace and may we find the strength and courage to listen to our heart.
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