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What are you really doing in Singapore ...5 staring it I hope?... Ha.Team speedy kiwi yesterday was neither team or speedy. As being deported from India is my fault you can imagine 5 star rewards are not that forthcoming. After canceling all stars that were pointing to India by my inactions, Dad recommended our hotel Grand Park City Hall perfect, central $160-180 a night here at Easter is brilliant. Rates are up over $500 for other 3-4 star hotels this weekend. Some say Singapore is pricey, to kiwis it has parity with home - what does that say to us about NZ? We have been doing the visa dance which is frustratingly complex especially over easter. 9-3pm just to complete the on line applications as the Indian system kept crashing. A huge thanks to mum at home, Arrow Ridge we are now one step closer to seeing our new baby tuk tuk soon. Efficiency evaded us, A closed high commission, a travel agent wearing disconcerting cat eye contacts, sweating rivers her not I as she struggled pregnant with disabled hands to gesture that as foreign nationals here we have no hope, call home. Thank you God for mums. For my mum, form filling by phone in NZ exchanging scans and PDFs by shear will power. I'm close to 50 years of age and still a child. When Maslows hierarchy of needs is challenged humans focus on the level it crashes out at. For us right now it's level 2 safety and security. No matter how old we are its our mums and dads we long to hear from and be reassured by when we are vulnerable. I'm blessed. TC my mum jet lagged and only minutes in the door home herself yesterday after a month working in Europe is no stranger to travel dilemmas. We passed like flights in the Asian sky at night on Anything but good Friday. I couldn't wait to hear her voice. I knew she would help me to make things right. Mum had said just before we left ...As your children grow up they will still need you, not all the time - they'll do their own thing, they go away, don't ring enough or stay in touch, or share things with you, but there always comes the day that they pick up the phone cause you have the connection and they understand that it's you that they need. I didn't realize she was talking about me. Maslow level1 is physiological. And being deported from India took us out at the floor. We've retreated. As in paragliding comps sometimes you have to go backwards to go forwards. We are Resetting ... Having survived a near divorce flight we've realized sleep now run later may be a good strategy. Its good to acclimatize to the heat and adjust from home, to acknowledge we are on holiday, together.We've yelled, cried, slept and eaten. Healing. To begin to spice things up again. Level 3 - social in Maslows world, ensures we adjust our cultural drift. Our dress code, our slang and accents are getting a polish up so others understand us and will connect. Manners matter when you want and need to get out of the schmoo. Yet it's always the peak of the pyramid you set your sights on the self esteem and self fulfillment levels. I'm ok stuff. Reclaimed here. By doing the freakin work. Making good on mis-takes and being authentic and acting with integrity. Self actualisation is the pinnacle, Maslows peak. Creation. Singapore is a future, the architecture and systems are incredible, fascinating, engaging, exemplary. Art, education, innovation. We are going local and getting all over it. Learning, studying, exploring knowing that being here is part of the big picture adding to what it is that we do after this. What we will take away and contribute. About what it is that we are here to give.
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