How to be cliché

Sometimes, when your not even looking, life gives you an opportunity you can't refuse. Mine came in the form of a music institute called The Music Box led by Yousef Khan.

I will be starting out my teaching career here as a junior teacher amongst three other accomplished pianistas and vocalists. I'm basically a blank slate right now. This summer is going to be dedicated to perfecting my approach to teaching the basics of the piano and sharing my passion with others. I can't wait to get started!!! and I'm pretty sure Yousef's an angel in disguise.

Check out the bio he wrote for me (after I gave him a really lame one lol).






and if you didn't know before, yes.. I play the piano. I've been learning since I was 7 and it has always been a place of solace through all the changes in life. Just like in yoga, I will always be a student to the art. But teaching the art deepens understanding like none other.

This is me playing "Postcards from far away" by Coldplay. A good friend, Warren Garth left this sheet music at my place some time in the summer of 2009 and I am not planning to return it.... Listen and Just love that awkward ending.

 

Now follow me and the music box on twitterrr!! @themusicbox_dxb and @sharonya

How to be "beautiful people"

It came out of nowhere; a studio in Bastakiya with the heart and soul of a thousand angels. You can read all the info at their website, www.mawaheb-dubai.com

I met a guy from Texas there. He said "your like, really pretty" and gave me a hug. He continued to tell me how much he hated the heat of Dubai and the hygienic values of Indian people. He thought I was african. lol.

I have more heartwarming stories from all the students but I need to go back for more. Wemmy and Gulshan are so welcoming and their cause is something that I can honestly say is beautiful.

Some art spotted through the day

How to be a mom.

My very good friend and yoga girl had her beautiful daughter Myah about a month ago. I was over for some cake and cuddles the other day and got to take a peek into her life as a new mother.

Oh. Hell. Cry poop change eat poop wash burp repeat. Cry cry cry cry. Etc. "sometimes I look in the mirror while pumping my milk at 4am and wonder wtf"

Take that in for a second ladies. When is the last time you woke up at 4am for someone?

The physical and mental toll of raising a child is beyond imaginable for most of us childless women. A lot of women in Dubai are here without the support of their mothers and family members to help them through the rough nights. My respect for these women are at a record high right now. Nannies and Grannies are luxuries that not everyone can afford but yet everyone in dubai makes it seem like a necessity. Hell, I know a woman with 3 boys and 4 maids...Y'all need to re-evaluate! Unless you were raised like this and have a perfectly healthy relationship with your mother.... Why?

So here's a huge shout out to all the mommas out there who sacrifice everything and more for their little Mayas. Love you all. xo

How to remember

You know that feeling you get when someone calls you because they are helpless, crying, sick, sad, bored, annoyed, unloved, at the end of their rope; and you can't do a damn thing to actually help?

I hate being in this position of helplessness. I always want to give my ALL, my every last breath to help them through their lowest lows. But all I can do is listen. Listen, and maybe try to cheer em up with my infinite amounts of blonde-stupidness. Maybe a hug.

I can't believe how much I took people who loved me for granted during times like this. When I called, they were always there, in a minute, in a second, in an hour, in a day... they were there. I had to make a couple of thank you calls last night just so I felt better. If you have someone like this, consider yourself blessed and make a quick phone call to hear their voice. Trust me, it feels good.

This is some stuff I painted during a period where music and a canvas literally saved my life, sanity and pride. Trying times really help you find your soul and passion. The colours I used were those that I craved to see in my life.

Note: these are not original artworks. But I def. put my soul/twists on my inspirations..

This post is dedicated to four people..my brother, my neighbour, my beau, and my heart. Y'all got me all choked up this week mannnn. xo