What stars are made of…

On a clear night in smoky London, I seem to be drawn to my window as if being pulled by some invisible force making me look. The first thing I see as my eyes rise up to the midnight blue sky is a star that shines like no other. Bigger than the others that faintly twinkle, in front of me, as though it has decided to settle there for my viewing pleasure every time there is a night like this.

I hope you can all see it too, it’s quite something. I can’t help but be in awe of these celestial gems and wonder if they are just cosmic particles floating in outer space or if they are the souls of those we have loved and lost telling us that they are still with us; how many pull back the lined curtains in order to acknowledge their existence?

The loss of anyone in their physical form is indescribable and not easily explained to anyone who hasn’t been through that kind of pain. After a long and arduous journey, I have reached a place where dreading the word goodbye has been replaced with gratitude; thankful that I was given the opportunity to say hello.

When someone leaves, we always say it was too soon, we didn’t have enough time and as we ponder over our misfortune, we are in danger of overlooking the footprints they left behind. Life should be celebrated and as long as we continue to breathe it is up to us to learn and even pass on the lessons which through confusion and distractions can be easily forgotten; unless you reflect.

I know too well how much this can hurt and after losing both parents can understand how reflection is like someone pulling you back to a place you don’t want to revisit when time and experiences will bring you back anyway. It’s inevitable, as you get to know yourself with thought and expression that the unexpected epiphanies will come enabling you to finally acknowledge the obvious.

Is it all as scary as it sounds? As someone who has had more than a few mind and life altering moments, I can honestly say that looking up at the night sky isn’t as bad as first imagined and as I write this blog post, I am reliably informed the name of the star inspiring me is Venus, named after the Roman goddess of love; if she shines there’s nothing to be afraid of.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2013

‘Venus favours the bold’ – Ovid


Angels in Disguise

Stories are told every day, I’m a sucker for a good story. The most memorable for me are those of acts of kindness. The way people jump into deep water to save someone from drowning without a second thought, survivors of natural disaster’s here to tell of their harrowing experience because someone was brave enough to save them…courageous people; all of them. My blog would not exist had it not been for one of these hero’s.

It was the early 70’s and people were more trusting than they are now. My mum and auntie were inside a shop and left me outside in my pram…I was just a few months old.  It was a windy winter’s day in North London and someone forgot to put the pram break on. A gust of wind blew the pram (with me in it) into the middle of the road; under to the traffic lights in fact. An elderly gent braved the oncoming cars and took me back to the safe arms of my mum, who had no clue of the drama I had caused on the street. He saved my life!  Maybe that sounds dramatic but it’s the truth!

If we think about the near misses some of us have had, surely that must mean that we are meant for this life; good or bad we need to stick around and learn so many lessons. So who are these angels that appear from nowhere with acts of kindness that can change your life’s path forever, where did they appear from, where are they now and why help us? In a world where narcissism is arguably the biggest epidemic of the 20th century how is it still possible for humility to exist?

So many questions that we may never know the answers too. I think everyone has the capacity to help others; big or small, your actions or words can make a positive difference to someone. You may only realize the significance of these messages when you reflect on the past events in your life. Be under no illusion, not all signs and signals come from an angelic place; your ultimate test is to recognize the pure from the impure. Not an easy task, as often, the ulterior motives and self-centred actions of others will be the biggest lesson learned.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2013