My thoughts after the wind…

Blog 17.3.2025

Good afternoon! Today I am starting at the perfect time to write today’s blog. It is 13:22 sharp as I type these words and I have been writing since this morning. Heavily thinking, without being heavy myself, and letting the wind clear my mind. Oh yes, today Prague is very windy, and this early morning it even snowed. However the light and the wind remind me of the English coastline weather, windy, clouds constantly changing places and making a game of light and shadow. Well we do not have a coast here but this morning surely feels as if Prague would be on the coast. 

Surrender to the wind!

I have always liked strong winds, also light ones.. in short I love wind, I love to feel it on my skin, in my hair, in my muscles too when it is strong and I can lean against it. And I like surrendering to it like the high grass in the fields or the branches of the trees. But I also like what it is doing to my mind… on windy days my thoughts become lighter, a lot fly away and I become light headed :) AND I love that feeling. That feeling when you can follow thoughts deserting you, and your heart starts beating faster, and I can feel the passion stirring inside of me. There is also a positive restlessness, an energy that wants to dance along with the wind. Different smells reach my nose from unexpected directions, and the surprising sounds, leaves  rolling on the concrete, branches hitting each other and of course the wind’s songs….

These kinds of moments are perfect to surrender to the wind, to let it blow away everything one doesn’t need. Just stand there and feel it go through you, through your mind, through your feelings, and let it all out. Because the wind can carry it far, far away! You don’t believe me?

Well try for yourself, on a windy day, just drop what you are doing and go out, and try surrendering to it. Start by listening to the wind, then try to feel where it touches you, what it does to your hair, your eyes, your ears, your nostrils. Do it once and you will see, your body will feel so much more than just the wind.

What happened this morning?

Now that I feel like sharing with you what has happened during my morning, I cannot help imagining what has happened in your morning? How did you wake up? What kind of mood were you in, dear reader? Did you have a peaceful night, or were you rushing from one dream to another? Did you have nightmares?.

Were you enjoying your way to work? Maybe you were listening to music or a podcast and thinking about what you were going to do with your students,  that is in case you are a teacher for example? Or were you sipping your morning coffee in a cafe and enjoying each minute before you went to your office, in front of your computer?  Or maybe you are a gardener and took a nice ride in your car with all your gear and arrived at a garden near the forest and had tea with the landlady, and started to fix the fence and prepare the garden for the spring,  making your customer happy. Maybe you are a dancer and this morning took a nice stretch to chase away the stiffness of yesterday’s work, and started your daily routine of warming up your muscles and joints… all of us who can be either of these possibilities, are so lucky to not be bombed, persecuted or running for safety. 

This  morning I dropped my daughter off to take the train and with Gigi we found ourselves in the forest of Chuchle as early as 7:25. The wind welcomed us at the entrance and bowing to the forest I gave my thanks to the trees (for seeing us, accepting us, loving us and protecting us). We walked and surrendered to the wind. Gigi was sniffing into the wind and running after imaginary other beings, and coming back each time to ask for a treat. Logical no? She left and came back, and therefore she deserved a treat! 

I let the wind caress my thoughts and take away my accumulated heaviness of the past few weeks. I was struck by the beauty of the scenery with Gigi in it. It reminded me of 18th century English countryside paintings. Gigi was at the entrance of the field, the wind blowing and the light dancing over the high grass and Gigi’s fur. She was smelling the air and looking out into the vast space, not knowing where to go. I felt inspired, because when I think about the book it seems to me that I am standing just at the beginning of it and trying to smell what is to come.. I have this vast landscape of themes, like that field in the forest. I don’t know where to go but I know that I must just go and go around and around, back and forth until I know the whole field and I can describe it. And while I was standing there, after taking a picture of this scene my mind concentrated on Muhabbet, because this was the chapter I wanted to start writing today.  And I did.

The Manual is being written

I still can’t believe that I am writing. Although I don’t have sufficient time, that is the time I would like to have in order to write,  I still manage to write. I must have thought about everything so much that when I start writing the sentences just come. It is a thrilling feeling to just surrender to the flow of thoughts and write without overthinking, just letting it happen.  Just as I am doing now. Letting the sentences come out. As I was writing I have also modified the initial content of the manual, and have just reduced the chapters and themes which will take place in the manual leaving the others to another book. Another Book???

Yes, another one, which is like a Textbook for the Somatic Dialogue Facilitator Training. I was already thinking about writing such a textbook, which can serve instructors as well as participants. 

Back to the Manual

Today’s chapter starts with the sentence “Muhabbet must be” and continues with the question “what would life be like without Muhabbet?”. And thanks to the wind this morning I have been able to write it in the state of Muhabbet..  I was in love with the idea, with that love that flows through the veins, with the wind loving me, Gigi loving me (because I give her treats and cuddles), the studio being there in peace, Gunes in the studio working and Fifi distracting her with very daring poses on the floor… Thinking about all this starts muhabbet in my heart.

I remember now that I had asked you a question, and of course I haven’t got any answers back.. you sure are some silent reader :) But have you thought about how much love is flowing between you and your actions? How many times have you been thinking about love this past week? How about this morning? Did you grant yourself a moment to think about if love is there with you?

I think love is there with us all the time, it is just that our awareness is too busy landing on other grounds.

Gigi on the other hand, seems to land always on the good grounds 🙂

Last night during the walk

Well I do not walk every morning but also every night, or let’s say at the beginning of the night. Of course because of Gigi :) And last night I was walking accompanied by the bright moonlight. On the way back, uphill, I was thinking of the book that I have been listening to for some days. I have just 10 minutes left. 

As you remember I was writing about who Cansu Ergin is, well I will still not write about her but, she advised me on this book by Matt Haig, called The Midnight Library. She said it was deep and very engaging. And I can confirm (thank you Cansu).  Now, I am not going to make a review of this book. But simply one very nice sentence came to my mind.  In the book the main character quotes a phrase by Henry David Thoreau: “The question is not what you look at, but what you see…” The quote is a bit longer but this is the one that is mentioned by Haig. 

And of course this rang a bell in me and I connected it to many things in Somatic Dialogue. And as Gigi ran away, because I was walking and being lost in my thoughts, she decided to chase some boars in the dark forest, and I let my thoughts drift.

What do we see when we witness a body moving and dancing? What do we project into space, onto that body…What is being stirred in us as we watch a body dancing or moving to music, being in deep connection with the innerworld? 

We could also say, the question is not what you are listening to but what you understand from it. How difficult it is to really listen to each other and more difficult even to understand each other. Understanding is in some cases extremely important, and most of the time very complex, while in most of the cases, concerning the body in motion, there is nothing to understand, but simply to accept and take in.

In Turkish the verb to understand is anlamak. It is made of a stem an, which means moment, and the suffix -la, indicating a belonging to, in this case being with the moment, and the suffix -mak, which is the infinitive of the verb form. So literally the verb to understand in Turkish means to be in the moment. 

Be in the moment

As much as we can, during the dance, during a walk, while listening to our children, to our loved ones, to nature.  As much as we can, be in the moment of muhabbet, and give yourself the gift of losing yourself in one song fully.

I have been in muhabbet today, since this morning with the wind, then with the typing of the sentences, which poured out from my fingers… till now. I will stop now, by sharing with you also the album which has been accompanying me during my writing today. Maybe you’ll find it inspiring. They are in love and being caressed by the wind too 🙂 

https://open.spotify.com/album/4TrV6jQQ37SFwWXlRvkwaB?si=6HuxUyypTEC5jrXy-RdvAg

I wish you a beautiful week, let spring tickle you, and let muhabbet caress you, and remember to fall in love with the moments you live.

As love must B…