‘Think and Drive’… my thought’s from behind the wheel.

There I was jamming to the great ‘Bob Marley’ in the car when I had a random thought….’No woman no cry’ will do that to you.  

 ‘Love’ or ‘Money’ what do you do, which do you choose and how do you decide?
I personally have never been interested in bagging some rich or ‘comfortable’ man thinking I’ll be secure in fact it’s never crossed my mind.  Some women do and that’s a choice they make for a lot of reasons.
Strong independent women we may be but we love to love and love to be loved, anyone who denies it isn’t being honest or just can’t see it…yet. So after my jamming session it  occured to me that there is just one question you need to ask yourself. If the answer to this question is yes no matter the status of the person you have finally found ‘the one’. If the answer is no you’ll probably get an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach, sorry but you’ve been pre-warned!  

The question??

If this person asked to you to spend the rest of your life with them anywhere in the world leaving everything you know behind…. would you go?

© Michelle Sotiriou 2011


The Art of Conversation…

The first known conversationalist was Socrates, who replaced the war of words by dialogue.  Perhaps he may not have invented dialogue, which was originally from Sicily, but he introduced the idea that individuals could not be intelligent on their own.

Socrates had studied science and was left with the feeling that he would never know what to believe.  His brilliant idea was that if two unsure individuals were put together, they could achieve what they could not do separately:  By questioning each other and examining their prejudices, dividing each one of these into many parts, finding the flaws, never attacking or insulting, but always seeking what they could agree between them, moving in small steps from one agreement to the other, the would gradually learn what the purpose of life was.

Socrates was exceptionally ugly, but he showed how two individuals could become beautiful to each other by the way they talked.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2011


Oo La love!

My school trip to Boulogne, France was the first time I fell in love! I know, cheesy but true.  I was thirteen and extremely green around the gills!
Well, we were all mucking around on the coach as kids do and he touched my knee….that’s all.  It was like 10,000 volts of electricity passing through my body…shocking!  So this is what it feels like to fall in love for the first time on a coach to catch a ferry?

I don’t remember very much about Boulogne sorry France but I was in love!!!!  I just about remembered the French cheese I promised my parents I would buy.  The ferry trip back was something I can only describe as a scene from Titanic with Jack and Rose running up and down the deck and that famous scene in,  ‘From here to Eternity’.  No, obviously there was no beach but there was a storm and the waves crashed onto the decks in dramatic fashion.

We were all free to roam around on the deck even though there was a storm…our so called teachers and guardians for the day where in the bar calming their nerves with a few glasses of ‘Le Piat Dor’.  My heart pounded as I ran up and down but it didn’t feel like I was running…..I think it was more a skip and a jump.  I hid in gangways but he always managed to find me, I appeared shy and starry eyed as our eyes met with the wind and the English Chanel sea salt in the air.  

We reached home and the end of what was a magical day.  Did he become my boyfriend? Yes he did…I fell hook line and sinker!   

© Michelle Sotiriou 2011