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Listen to your Heart Chakra

It’s truly amazing how what we say and do can effect those around us. I will never forget a conversation I had with one of my best friends in a cafe called “The Little Prince” (the cafe is named after my favourite book of all time by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry).

My Bestie and I were trying to decide what to eat, whether or not we wanted to share one meal or share two meals or eat a meal individually. I don’t really think we were paying too much attention to our surroundings or the effect that our conversation could have on other patrons of the cafe. After a long moment of pondering, my Bestie turned and said: “Seriously, what are we going to eat?” and I responded with:

“What does your Heart Chakra tell you? Let’s listen to that and find an answer”.

I’m not really sure if I was being serious, or if I was joking. To be fair, in the context of my conversation with my friend it was irrelevant. To the both of us it was a typical comment about keeping your attention in the present moment and being mindful of what your heart, mind and body wants. I can’t say that the comment was all together insignificant to us, but it wasn’t really eye-opening either.

It was, however, eye-opening to someone else. There was a lady sitting on a table next to us, who had overheard our conversation and expressed how it had deeply moved her.  She repeated the words “Listen to your Heart Chakra” and smiled to herself and said that she will do her best to listen to her heart in her everyday tasks, when doing something as simple as choosing a meal. She thanked us profusely several times.

After the lady on the table next to us left, my Bestie and I realised that we had just shared a truly beautiful moment together. We had helped someone remember how to listen to their heart.  We achieved that by doing nothing other than simply being ourselves. At that moment I realised how important it is to stay true to yourself and to stay positive, for yourself and for those around you. I learned that everything you say or do leaves an imprint on the lives of others and how important it is to leave positive imprints. In simply being your positive self, you can have a positive effect on the person next to you.

In simply being myself and telling people about my background and the background of my husband, hopefully I have left and will continue to leave positive imprints in the minds and hearts of all the people who surround me and interact with me for whatever reason.  When I go about my everyday activities such as going to work and university, getting my hair and nails done etc. I talk to people- some are my friends, some acquaintances, some are people I am meeting for the first time. Usually I tell people that I am married (or if the conversation was prior to the wedding, that I am engaged).  They would ask me about my other half; how we met each other, how he proposed etc. One way or another the topic of nationality would arise and I always tell people the truth.

At first people look a bit shocked when they hear about a union incorporating bits and pieces of Russian, Iranian and Australian cultures, as well as Jewish, Orthodox and Muslim religions. Sometimes people tell me that I’m brave for what I am doing. I would usually pull a face and ask: “Brave for doing what? Falling in love? Getting married?” Usually at about that moment, the penny would drop. What someone had once thought to be impossible, unlikely or improbable had become not only probable, possible, but also kind-of normal and okay.

Just by being myself, being in love with my husband and sharing my story, I am  able to show to at least one person, that it’s okay for cultures, religions and nationalities to intertwine. Hopefully the people I speak to will go ahead and share with their friends and family a story about a Russian-Australian-Orthodox-Jewish girl they once met who got married to an Iranian Shia Muslim boy. That it is possible. That it is normal. And that it is okay.

Hopefully, I can continue to plant seeds of hope and peace in the minds and hearts of the people I interact with and by a chain reaction they can plant the same seed in the minds and hearts of the people they interact with. As my Dad told my husband and I on our wedding day: “You guys are spreading the message of world peace, one family at a time”. I only hope that it is received with love and interpreted positively… and I am sure it will, in so far as people choose to listen to their Heart Chakra.


Although I am new to the blogging world and am completely incompetent at using technology (I only recently learned how to make hyperlinks), I believe that my message of peace and tolerance needs to be heard. To learn a little bit more about my background please read my post titled “A little bit about myself…”. To learn more about why I started this blog, please read my post titled “Introduction…”.


Building Tolerance

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I’m going to start off by sharing a few childhood memories…

When I was three years old, I deeply embarrassed my Mum with the first time I saw an African-American man walking down the streets of Moscow.”My gosh, why is that man’s skin so dark? How long did he not shower for?” – I loudly exclaimed in Russian. The man, who spoke fluent Russian, simply turned around and smiled and watched my mum as she frantically started explaining that not all people are white.

When I was four and a half, my Mum and I migrated to Australia. I had never heard anyone speak any other language but Russian. When we boarded the plane, I was shocked to see “white” people speaking some foreign tongue. I asked my mum if they were aliens. I recall saying “They look like me, they look human, but why are they talking that way?”

When I was around 5 years old, having lived in Australia for a few months,  I told my parents that there was no need for me to learn English, because everyone in Australia could just learn Russian. After one year, having developed fluent English and having become somewhat accustomed to Australia, I told my parents that there was no longer a need for me to speak Russian, as everyone in Australia only speaks English.

When I was about 8, I had to draw a family tree for a school assignment. In my 8 year old mind, I established that my relatives on my Mum’s side of the family (who are Russian Orthodox) all had normal Russian names like Tatiana, Ivan, Nadezhda, Valera etc. However, my Dad’s side (the relatives all being Jewish) had “not normal” names like Joseph, Avraham, Israel, Chana etc.

These memories highlight the inherent differences  that people have in the colour of their skin, in their nationality, in their language and in the origin of their names. Ever so innocently, a little-me decided to point these differences out.

We are not born intolerant. We are born inquisitive. When I was making my mum feel really ashamed for having not explained that people have different skin tones and speak different languages, I don’t think I was being intolerant. When I asked why my Dad’s side of the family had weird non-Russian sounding names, I don’t think I was being intolerant. I was observing overt differences and was probably adapting and widening my paradigm of what I considered to be ‘normal’. Generally speaking, tolerance is quite intuitive and inherent to the psyche of most children, it is intolerance that is learned, and unfortunately taught by elders.

When I started school in Australia, all of the sudden I became to all of the other school children, what that African-American man was to me, when I was three. I didn’t speak a word of English, and I cried a lot. At first the prep kids made a really big effort to try to interact with me. However as the weeks went on, and as I started to develop a few English words, the kids started bullying me. I had the pleasure of being nicknamed a “Communist”, and a “Russian B*tch”- by five year olds.  Where do 5 year olds form such opinions? Only 5 year olds in the Soviet Union could understand the term “Communist” at such a young age anyway…so something doesn’t quite add up.

So…why did those same kids, who made an effort with me at the start have a change of heart a few weeks on? I’m going to go ahead and suggest that it was due to the interference of adults. Xenophobic adults. I’m not going to try to suggest that my parents did a better job of raising me than the parents of the kids that bullied me, but to contrast…as soon as my Mum explained to me that people have different skin tones etc and that it’s normal, three-year-old-me immediately apologised to the African-American fellow. I did not mouth any further political references or rude nicknames.

We don’t need to speak the same language/(s), be born in the same country, have the same skin tone, or have similar sounding names in order to get along. I don’t necessarily think that tolerance needs to be built, however intolerance definitely needs to be dismantled.


Although I am new to the blogging world and am completely incompetent at using technology (I only recently learned how to make hyperlinks), I believe that my message of peace and tolerance needs to be heard. To learn a little bit more about my background please read my post titled “A little bit about myself…”. To learn more about why I started this blog, please read my post titled “Introduction…”.