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…. โค๏ธ
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#nature #beauty #stillness #flowers #blossomsandblessings #morningwalkmagic #morning #magic #mystic #morningmotivation #zenday

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Flowers and Flow ๐Ÿ’

Flowers are a beautiful motivation to get back to the sketchbook in any medium that one prefers… In the slow observation of nature, time slows down too… As one follows the turns of petals and the miniscule grains of pollen, a wider world unfolds… We rise above ourself and reach into our own depth all at once… ๐Ÿ˜Š

#SimplePleasuresofLife #art #sketch #sketchbook #Watercolours #asketchaday

Momspiration ๐Ÿ’•

#momspiration

One of the perks of living alone, my mom says, is finding things where you left them.

Now, after decades, I can understand why this meant so much to her. Nothing is more frustrating than reaching into a drawer when you are all set to cut something and find the scissors missing ๐Ÿคฌ

She does things her way and very few things get broken by her hands.

I don’t have ‘Butter fingers’, she says, unlike me, she means ๐Ÿ˜”.

I check out my hands, they seem pretty capable to me, but my eyes also don’t miss the ‘feviqik’ marks on many of her old curios, because of me.

She discards very little, especially if these are gifts from her children or grandchildren.

Then, there’s the question of questioning everything.

The ‘whys’ are unending, especially when related to technology. Earlier, she could not keep up with the string of ‘whys’ her children subjected her to, now I feel inadequate. She cannot understand this fast-changing world and she couldn’t care less.

Getting her on the ‘WhatsApp’ was a victory. Deciphering her, ‘nopunctuationnofullstopnocapitalletter’ message is a major defeat on some days ๐Ÿ˜Š

I received a Friend request from mom on Facebook. I was shocked. But I also knew that one of her grandkids was visiting, fuelling her on to take the FB plunge! I sent her a gushing welcome note full of enthusiasm… I still haven’t heard from her. It’s been two years.๐Ÿ˜”

“How do you find so much time? โ€œ
โ€œDon’t you have anything to do?”

Are some of her FAQ’s when we meet.

The final one is,

“Do you have nothing else to write about?” after reading yet another article in which she is the protagonist ๐Ÿ˜!

#mom #memories #maza #๐Ÿ’•UMOM

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 ๐Ÿ˜Š!

“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 ๐Ÿ˜‚

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 โ˜บ๏ธ.

“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. ๐Ÿ˜

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 ๐Ÿ˜Š

“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….”

๐Ÿ˜Š!

#lifelessons

On Thin Ice ๐Ÿ˜

As a birthday celebration my daughter wanted us to do something we’d never done before. ๐Ÿ˜

I asked her to choose her activity and that I would be game for anything she decides… I thought, based on her interests, it would be a new art gallery or exhibition somewhere. ๐Ÿ˜Ž

How wrong was I!

She chose ice-skating๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฎ!!

I had skated as a child, on rinks with old wooden floors, but ICE!? On blades for shoes? Never in my wildest dreams ๐Ÿ˜.

So there we landed up on a freezing morning, snowflakes were still falling… Temperature was hovering around 0 degrees. We hired our skates and were given wrist bands to enter the skating rink and then left on our own. ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ˜

There we were, two women who were suddenly gliding and falling on thin ice ๐Ÿ˜‚. It was the scariest and most exhilarating feeling I’ve had in years! The snowflakes added to the beauty of the surreal atmosphere as did the pounding music, exhorting us to feel our body connect with the frozen ice, to just feel the rhythm…. Dance, glide, fall, get up again ๐Ÿ˜Š. So beautiful, so simple, and so enjoyable…. Before I realised, I was swaying and gliding (not as gracefully as I would have liked to though๐Ÿ˜†! ) 

As I nurse every aching muscle of my sore body, I realise the importance of moving out of ones comfort zone…. Of just doing something for the sheer novelty of it!

For my daughter it was a gift that money couldn’t buy and for me, it turned out to be the most memorable and enjoyable part of my entire, winter in the East Coast experience ๐Ÿ˜€!


#NewYorkDiaries #travel #travelogues #ice-#skating