Standing Still

Carina - 94303, California
Entered on February 18, 2008
Age Group: 30 - 50
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As we stand still and live in the moment, we experience peace and

harmony. Tranquil auras permeate everywhere. Some of us never stop

running until we go to bed at night, missing that life-altering event. It

is my hope that each individual undergo serenity at least once in his or

her life, as it blissfully intoxicates us. Afterwards, tuck it away in

the heart for future reflection.

That rainy day, a striking aura is intensely thick as it

permeates the room. I am supervising a class of kindergartners

at the Regional International School of Eindhoven (RIS) in

Holland. Most of the children are sitting on the floor in

front of the overhead television watching a kids show in

Dutch. The rest of the students are eating lunch at their

table; drawing pictures or chit chatting with their friends.

One particular beautiful girl, Aisha, who has a full head of

long gorgeous curly black hair and beautiful big brown eyes,

approaches me as I scribble notes for my memoir asking:

“Wat schrive jij?” “What are you writing?”

“Niks besonders.” “Nothing important.”

A wave of special ness overcomes me. Aisha pays me attention

and I am touched. However, her pure being strikes accord with

me. She is simply being Aisha. Which brings forth my next

experience? If I do not respond to her and ignore her, I will

not receive her gift of feeling special. We all have unique

and special gifts. As Aisha stares at me intently with her

beautiful inquisitive smile, she personifies the free-spirited

girl I am at her age. As I look around the room admiring the

children simply being, time stands still. I am mesmerized by

the moment as it intoxicates me with blissful peace and

harmony producing a lasting desiring impression. This rendered

state of pure peace is something I never experienced. I wish

to remain here eternally. Such intoxicating peace surpasses

my life-long experiences. Falling in love, giving birth, and

experiencing joy pales in comparison to this bliss falling

from the heavens above.

I now know this aura permeating the room that beautiful day is

a blessing from above as I experience peace and harmony from

being in the moment. Life passes by me at an incredible speed.

I realize that I must stop running around busily doing this

and that or I shall never endure the tranquility that being

present offers. I admire the classroom children simply being,

uninhibited, enjoying their time in their wonderful life.

Children have a knack at this. We should take heed and follow


I will never forget the day on the treadmill as I reflect upon

my father’s previous words to me.

“If there is any advice I can give you it is this–stand still and

appreciate what you have around you.”

After this beautiful thought, I cry and my entire body shakes.

An incredible rush overwhelms me. This is my turning point in

life. I arrive at fully accepting my father–pure bliss–even

though he is not my biological father. All I ever want is

forever to be happy–like the young girl growing up on the

American Compound in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. The ultimate

freedom as I open the door three hundred sixty-five days a

year to sun, sand and the Red Sea.