Thursday, 27 September 2012

My Nightmare

The other night I had the strangest, most disturbing dream. I dreamed that I traveled to Syria. Now, I have been to Syria twice before and loved it. It is probably on the top of my list of favorite places I have been to. Lately (meaning the past year and a half), I have been quite disturbed by the civil war that has broken out there. I have been shocked by all the killing. My once high hopes for Bashar al Assad have been crushed. I fear for four of my friends and their families who live there and whom I regularly chat with on Facebook.  I didn't know it had gotten to me so much until I had this dream.

I dreamed that I was in Syria (Damascus I assume) looking for apples. I could not find any because the markets were in complete chaos and were out of everything. I was trying to find something or anything to eat. I put my handbag down for some reason and turned back around to find it missing. I was in complete shock! My passport, my money, my credit cards, my life was gone! I started panicking and crying. Fear shot through me. I had no idea how in the world I was going to get a new passport or replace anything for that matter when the embassy had been closed long ago. I was stuck. I met up with some Syrian friends of mine and we began to make our way back to my hotel. As we ran through the war torn streets, I found myself constantly looking for places I could run to for hiding and ducking from bullets or bombs that seemed to be going off everywhere. It was terrifying. I was still weighed down by the shock of losing my belongings when I slowly started to realize that snipers seemed to be targeting us.  As an American, I was putting my two Syrian friends in danger. These friends were risking their lives to be with me and help me.

We made it back to my hotel and went inside. The hotel was announcing that it would be shutting down. (It was the Sheraton, a hotel I actually stayed in when I was in Damascus). They announced that they would be closing all their hotels including one in New York City. They said the NY one was not very happy about it either because their busiest season of Thanksgiving was approaching. But it didn't matter, the Syrian hotel, located in the heart of Damascus was in the middle of a war zone and so the entire chain would have to be shut down. My sheer panic and fear worsened. All my belongings were gone and now my safe haven would be as well.Where was I supposed to go? I was wailing as this point with every fiber of my being....

I woke up. I was so relieved to wake up. I was ok. I was not in the middle of a war. I was in my bed. Charles was in the shower. I had my passport. My money! My credit cards! OH thank goodness!

As I have thought about this dream over the past few days, my heart sinks in my chest. I think of the Syrian people and my friends. How trapped they must feel. Many of them do not have the money or ability to leave the country. One of my friends who has two sons says she hears bombs and is afraid to send her children to school. Do they run through the streets in fear of their lives? What do they do for food? Can they find apples to feed their children? Do they feel safe in their own homes? I just wish I could do something for them...

I am in Love with....


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If you have never done Zumba before, now is the time to start! I love it! It is a fun, dance workout that will make you sweat more than ever! However, the time flies by because you are having so much fun. I do an hour of Zumba a week. I have an amazing instructor though that makes it really fun. The moves are so fast that even if you can't keep up and feel like a fool, no one will notice because everyone's full attention and concentration is on the instructor just to keep up. I used to complain that I had no outlet for my dance fever. When I was single, I loved going to clubs and dancing to fast music and just being crazy. Since I got married and my husband don't dance AND he doesn't approve of me frequenting night clubs (neither do I), I have had no outlet to show off my best moves and learn new ones. Well, after ten years of marriage, I finally found it! Zumba! If you haven't done, try it!

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Maypole Dancing

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Over the summer, the girls took Maypole dancing lessons. They loved it. They took their lessons in an old school house over 200 years old from pre-Victorian times. They learned a little about how it would have been to go to school back then. It was such a great venue and a lot of fun. (Above: Sammy is on the right in the blue skirt and black and white striped top).

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Abby was very precise about where to go and what to do with her ribbon. Sammy just loved the dancing and friends she made going around the pole together. The girls both loved the pattern that the ribbons made as they wrap around the pole.

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Even Alexandra got to do it as long as I accompanied her. (You can see the back of Alexandra's head in the pink.) These older women were running the workshop and kept getting confused about which way we were supposed to go. One would say one thing and the other would come in and correct her and then realize she was wrong. It was pretty funny. They were laughing at themselves and made it really fun.

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Concentrating...

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See the pattern on the pole.




First Day of School

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