taking care of myself

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There are days
... I drop words of comfort
........on myself like falling leaves
......... and remember that it is enough
................ to be taken care of by myself.
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Synchronicities

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Be open for synchronicities and grab them when they come. The more you are aware of this the "quicker" the answers will come, and of course always in their own good time too, for your own growth and progression,.....You are conscious and you want answers... just continue to believe.
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Teacher...during exam

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While going through tough time of your life ,if you are looking for God's Help ...

Remember , Teacher is always quite during exams and tests .
~Kamini Sharma~
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Anger feel it and let go ......

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Give yourself permission to feel pain, anger, resentment. Relax, then let it go .......

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Dress

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Such a true and relevant statement....

My dad's favourite hymn

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A friend emailed me with a hymn which my dad taught to the Greek Orthodox youth group, which we learned from the Greek Charismatic Church...My dad, my sister and I loved it..♥
I have tried to translate as best as I could...English version first and Greek follows after
In celebration to my dad's love for me..
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Always from my young years I yearned for happiness
Always asked those around me if I could find happiness
Chorus:
My life is a story filled with sighs
The pain and depression hid the heavens from me

Then I searched in the dark, I wasted my youth and remained poor
Then I dragged my self around and wondered if I will find some light

Chorus:
My life is a story filled with sighs
The pain and depression hid the heavens from me

Suddenly a heavenly star appears and I have hope and happiness in my heart
Words, refreshing sent for me from God touch me delicately

Chorus:
My life is a story filled with sighs
The pain and depression hid the heavens from me

Learn it says, that Love you will find at the steps that lead to Golgotha
Learn at the feet of your Lord to lay your load gently

My Life is filled with the glory of my Saviour
Jesus, my sweet Saviour from you I have my life for heaven

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and for those that can read Greek...enjoy...


Πἀντα απ’τα μικρἀ μου χρὀνια ζητοὐσα την συμπὀνια ζητοὐσα την χαρά

Πἀντα τους γὐρω μου ρωτούσα αν τἀχα θα μπορούσα να βρω κι εγὠ χαρἀ

Μια Ιστορία είν’η ζωἠ μου ποὐ ‘ταν γραμμἐνη με στἐναγμους
Ο πὀνος μαζἰ κι η θλἰψη μου εἰχαν κρἰψη και τους ουρανοὐς (2Χ)

Τὀτε που έψαχνα στα σκότη, εξὀδεψα την νιότη και ἐμεινα φτωχὀς
Τὀτε ανἠμπορος σερνὀμουν κι’ὀλο αλπεπιζὀμουν πως θἀβρω λἰγο φως

Μια Ιστορία είν’η ζωἠ μου ποὐ ‘ταν γραμμἐνη με στἐναγμους
Ο πὀνος μαζἰ κι η θλἰψη μου εἰχαν κρἰψη και τους ουρανοὐς (2Χ)

Ξἀφνου ουρἀνιο αστἐρι βγαἰνει και στην καρδιἀ ανεβαἰνει ελπίδα και χαρἀ
Λόγια ολὀδροσα σταλμἐνα απ’ το Θεὀ για μἐνα μ’ἀγγἰζουν τρυφερἀ

Μια Ιστορία είν’η ζωἠ μου ποὐ ‘ταν γραμμἐνη με στἐναγμους
Μα ξἀφνου, λαμπρὀ αστέρι ελπἰδες φἐρει απ’τους ουρανοὐς (2Χ)

Μἀθε μου λἐει πως αγἀπη θα βρεις στο μονοπἀτι που πἀει στο Γολγοθἀ
Μἀθε στα πὀδια του Κυρἰου την πἰκρα του φορτἰου ν’αφἠσεις απαλἀ.
Μια Ιστορἰα ειν ‘η ζωἠ μου πουχἐι την λἀμψη του λυτρωμοὐ
Χριστἐ μου γλυκἐ Σωτἠρα απὀ σἐνα πἠρα ζωἠ ουρανοὐ (2Χ)

1960’s Baby – Christina Haramis Charalambous - My autobiography-Chapter 4 – Greece December 1968

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1960’s Baby – Christina Haramis Charalambous - My autobiography-Chapter 4 – Greece December 1968

In Cairo I have the most wonderful and pleasant memory of staying with my “mummy’s” brother and his family. Uncle Michelle as he was fondly known, aunty Marigoula, cousin Deppy and Costa who now is fondly known as the “pilot”

I do not have any memories of the airport in Cairo, nor our flight to Greece. However I do remember very fondly arriving at my aunt Helen’s home. I remembered her from Egypt when she stayed in Port-Fuad and I used to visit her. Walking into her apartment in Athens was like walking in my home. We were received with so much warmth and love. I remember my cousin Zoe and Lysandro. Zoe stood out for me as I thought she was so beautiful and so much full of life. Lysandro in my memory was like a hippie. He had a guitar and he strummed on it, and I remember the sing along.

I enjoyed the train rides, the Acropolis, feeding the pigeons at the memorial site of the “unknown soldier”.  I loved the “Tsoliades” the guards dressed in their traditional costumes. I was struck by the beautiful city, shops, and the smell of; “kastana’ chestnuts cooking on the side of the streets and eating them out of a triangle shaped pocket made of paper.  I remember the Christmas Street Decorations in the streets and the shops and in every single window. I felt I was on a movie set.

One of the memories I have at the park is the long curly slides.  I just wanted to go on and slide down over, and over, and over again. I remember the disappointment I felt when we left the park.  

I was introduced to so many family members. It was the first time that I did not have to speak Italian to any family members. It was the festive season of Christmas and I enjoyed the Greek Carols and spirit of celebration. I remember going out on New Year’s Eve to family and walking back to my aunt’s house singing at the top of our voices; a very vivid happy time.

I also remember, feeling the anticipation, the butterflies in my stomach of what was coming our way once we left Greece and ventured out into the South of Africa, to South Africa, the land of Gold, the wild life, the beasts of nature. One happy feeling I remember is that I did not have to do Arabic at school.  Little did I know that I would have to learn English and Afrikaans!

We said our goodbyes, boarded South African Airways, tied our belts and flew south. My hands folded in my lap; I prayed and trusted that God would take care of us all.