Reaching Out…

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We all need
A little raft
To carry
Our pieces
Sometimes,
Till we feel
Strong again
Whole again
Beautiful
Again…. ❀️
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#nature #beauty #stillness #flowers #blossomsandblessings #morningwalkmagic #morning #magic #mystic #morningmotivation #zenday

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Life… Learning and Loving

Mom was unwell some months back…She had to be rushed to the emergency room… As she lay there on the hospital bed, a tangle of IV lines fed her body with a concoction of life-saving medicines… I spent hours by her bedside, taking turns with other family members in rotation.

Sitting alone with time to spare, I started sketching the complex IV pole and the various bags of medicines that hung from it…

The highly skilled and professional nurse came along and peeped over my shoulder, her curiosity piqued at seeing what I was drawing…We had a conversation… Below are the images of what transpired and what took me completely by surprise as I opened the unexpected courier she sent me months later… πŸ’•
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I realised that no matter where one is, it is important to stay true to oneself and ones observation of happenings around … Our perspective can give someone else a new way of seeing… πŸ™πŸ˜Š

#LifeLessons #artmatters #heartmatters #journaljourney #travelogues #asketchaday

Walk Tall!

My mother placed a copy of Alex Haleys, ‘Roots’ on top of my head and followed it with ‘Gone With the Wind’ by Margaret Mitchell… Together they must’ve weighed about half a kilo.

I was around thirteen that time.

She knew that I loved to read, but this was a novel way to add to my repertoire of books, even for her, who had a very active and naughty imagination 😊!

“Walk,” she instructed.

Immediately I straightened up, balancing the precarious load on my head like a village lady with a ‘matka’ on her head.

Two steps, and the books tumbled around me. I scrambled to gather them, all she told me was that I had to keep doing this till I could walk around the house without so much as a quiver. At thirteen, these instructions don’t go down well, but she never relented.

I noticed my posture changing within days. I stood taller, my neck and head were aligned perfectly, my hands didn’t swing in an agitated manner and my back was straight. The books stayed on longer πŸ˜‚

I calmed down too, as I became more aware of my body and posture.

“That’s so much better… ” was all she said as she saw me stroll around our home with my load much reduced now, with just a thin volume of Khalil Gibran’s ‘The Prophet’, resting daintily on my head ☺️.

“If you walk tall, it takes away more years off you, than any anti-aging cream.”

At thirteen, age is not even a concept, leave alone, anti-aging. 😁

I remember her words now. How right she was! How we carry ourselves is pertinent to how energetic and youthful we look.

Whenever I slouch, I can picture her in my minds eye, one eyebrow raised questioningly 😊

“Can’t carry your own weight??”

And I straighten up. Gratitude fills my heart for the way she imparted her wisdom to me.

She also enrolled me in a ‘Personal Grooming’ class around the same time.

“Don’t be a slob, remember, you cannot see yourself, others can!”

Ah Mom! I don’t know how you did it, but you did a darned good job if I still remember your instructions, decades later!!

Life Lessons from Yoga

“Surya Namaskar kijiye, ” my yoga guru tells me with all calmness.

He has no clue about the turmoil within me.

“Aap hamesha karwate hain, kabhi routine change bhi kar diya karen.” I reply, a trifle petulantly, ruing the repetitive nature of the yoga postures.

He explains to me patiently, the postures are the same, what you bring to it changes everyday.

Routine makes you realise what is going on inside you. Today, if you are impatient, the first thing that will change is your sincerity to your task. Be aware of that.

By changing your routine constantly you are looking for easy excitement whereas by sticking to a routine that you have done a hundred times, you are bringing a new concentration to what your mind thinks it knows by heart…. And therein will lie your true growth, concentration, equilibrium, stability and patience.

Every day is new, you are new with every day, don’t take that so lightly.

“Ab Surya Namaskar kijiye….”

😊!

#lifelessons

The Gift of Memory πŸ’•

A parakeet amongst the Croton plant 😁
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A thoughtful gift by a friend brings back a memory of the time when a parrot walked into our home with an injured wing.

We nursed it to health, my mom and I. It made our Croton plant its home and as it got better it started chirping from somewhere within the colorful foliage in our living room 😊. It was a delightful song he sang and a blessed sight to spot it, content amongst the giant Croton plant.

Then one day, when he was healthy enough, he took wing, taking a bit of our heart with it and leaving behind a residue of chillies and fruits inside the pot that was his home for some months. 😁

Hope you lived a good life visitor bird. And remembered us with the same fondness, as we do you … ❣️

​When the time is RightΒ 

When the time is right

I’ll overshadow

Everything in sight
When the time is right

I’ll give up the struggle

And give up the fight
When the time is right

I’ll bloom

Sparkling and bright
When the time is right

I’ll become

The core and the light
When the time is right

I’ll unclench

That fist shut tight
When the time is right

I’ll bloom with abundance

Well into the night…. 😊
#nature #beauty #stillness #lotuslove #lifeinapond #myworld #celebratelife #raydiant #storiesfrommygarden

Lotus LoveΒ 

A little patch of heaven

Moved
From the pond
Right
Into my heart… πŸ’–

I wonder sometimes about the pull the Lotus exerts on me.

Other than the oft recounted story of its life… Blooming in stagnant pools, rising above it in all its pristine beauty and perfect glory. I find deep in the Lotus the perfect analogy of life. Each opening petal reveals a bit more of the radiant core…

As we unclench our fist to let go of what we are clutching and hanging on to so tightly, we learn the biggest lesson of life… Unburden….release…realise… That our flowering depends upon how many petals of our being we are willing to open…

To hold on to neither the past nor the future… Those were let go of, one opening petal at a time…. 🌼😊

#lessonsfromtheLotus #lotuslove #lifeinapond #myworld