Connections at Nowroos…..

Nowroos is today and it is the Persian New Year, also known as the Iranian New Year.

We are all connected and the notion of separateness is simply that, a notion.

A client was in touch this morning with a tricky business situation and he is gathering advice from two quarters. It was only a matter of time before my perception and suggestions on a forward course were the total opposite to the other advice he was receiving. There is no right or wrong here as no-one stands alone and we are all connected. What matters at the end of the day is the choices our client makes and how they sit with him, because he has to live with them.

We gather information, and goodness only knows it is coming at us left, right and centre in this modern world we inhabit, and we make our own choices. We then need to own those choices. Taking some time and sitting in peace to check in with ourselves, will help us to sift and sort on all the information we gather and already hold within. We can trust in our own guidance systems and the loving support of others is the icing on the cake.

I have just received a message from a lovely young man who I was fortunate to meet last year. It said ‘Happy Nowroos to you Jane and your dear family. I wish you a year full of good news and lots of success’.

It is unlikely that he will ever see his family again and I remember a meal we all gathered together for last year. Our hostess had made a beautiful soup with fresh bread and a talented lass from Saudi Arabia had brought along some tasty dough balls that she had made. The conversation turned to where they had all come from and the Saudi lass put her verbal boxing gloves on. Her questions were defensive and rather charged, but what caught my attention was how my Iranian friend handled them. He didn’t inflame the situation, or patronise, and he was gentle and humble with his replies. Wisdom belying his tender years was coming off him in waves. I asked him how he had come to this country and with humour, self deprecation, and leaving out sharp details, he touched on his story. I was unable to speak when he had finished and we started to eat. As we sat side by side I noticed that he was pulling his bread apart. This lovely man is running at such a pure frequency he misses nothing and he caught my unspoken question and explained that he dislikes crusts. Still unable to speak, I pulled my bread apart and exchanged his crusts and put my soft parts on his plate. We exchanged a tender look and have stayed in touch ever since.

We are all connected. ❤

14 Responses to “Connections at Nowroos…..”

  1. 1 frederick anderson April 1, 2017 at 8:10 am

    A lovely little tale. I shall now remember to keep Nowroos!


  2. 3 Aquileana March 23, 2017 at 8:38 pm

    This is a most beautiful anecdote and such a lesson learnt: we are all connected ….and we are All, somehow. I totally second your thoughts dear Jane. Excellent post! … Love & best wishes to you ❤


  3. 5 ianscyberspace March 23, 2017 at 6:54 am

    That’s a very interesting photo Jane.


  4. 7 dgkaye March 23, 2017 at 5:29 am

    What a beautiful story Jane. Imagine you found a bread match friend to share the pieces between you that you both prefer, just another part of sharing and everyone getting on, fitting like pieces of a puzzle. ❤ Hugs! xo


  5. 10 grandfathersky March 22, 2017 at 12:36 am

    There are people we meet who just seem to get it, they understand Jon Donne’s devotion – for whom the bell tolls – I often wonder why, and just as quickly remember, currents are always carrying drops of water from bottom to top, so it is that simple, some live deeper and under more pressure than others. As above, so below, as within, so without … Sending you warm wishes, and hugs …


  6. 12 clarepooley33 March 21, 2017 at 10:52 pm

    There is so much wisdom in this post, dear Jane! Yes, decisions have to be thought about carefully and then owned. So many people will blame others when things go wrong when really it is no-one’s fault, just unfortunate circumstances. I was touched by your recounting of your Iranian friend’s story. I am sorry he is forever separated from his family. There is so much suffering in this world and so much of it is caused by the selfishness and ignorance of a few powerful people.
    You have given me much to think about this evening. xx Hugs and love xx


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