The Best Way to Live ๐Ÿ˜

To be surrounded by Lotus, relaxing and loving life in its most simplest form, is an art that a lot of creatures have mastered.

I see squirrels nibbling their food and then finding a warm spot on a curving tree branch and just lying there, breathing slowly and softly, enjoying the sun on their back. The same for content pets and cud chewing cows…. They all seem to realise the importance of the quiet moment.

Seeing them so wrapped up in joy, slows me down too. I feel like they are reinforcing some oft forgotten wisdom. And as I draw and sketch, it is with more joy, more consciousness and pleasure…there is more beauty in the colours that the eyes see and the paints that one uses… ๐Ÿ˜Š

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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

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

Pets and Life ๐Ÿ˜Š

We adopted an adult pet a week back. 

He needed a home and somehow, it didn’t take much deliberation. As a family we decided to go ahead.

My son and I went to pick Mitthu up. He, being the friendly fellow that he is, greeted us with warmth and some tail wags. After sitting with his family for about half an hour, we had to head home. He accompanied us happily, his family coming out in full force to see him off. Even as he sat in the car, it didn’t strike him that he was being taken away from the only family he ever knew in his little life. All the attachments he had formed, were severed in that moment when I reversed the car with Mitthu sitting happily on my son’s lap, looking out of the window with glee.

Our journey home was uneventful. Reaching home was a different matter altogether. There is already a pet there who has staked a claim over our home and hearts. How difficult it must be for him to relinquish some of that love. He lets us know this by shadowing every member, as best as his little legs permit, his eyes confused and worried… Seeking reassurance. 

Mitthu had been rechristened Motu. He has marked his territory with all the fervour of a young gun. I have raided pet shops for sprays, that promise to prevent “repeat markings”. Little realising that “marking” is the only thing he wants! So all corners of our bedroom, most curtains, office bags, wrappings from Amazon, have fallen prey to his determined spray ๐Ÿคจ.

A new bed has been brought for him, New toys too.. But its something else his eyes search for, his expectant gaze looks for someone else to walk through the door. Meanwhile, Bob, our older pet, tries hard to hang on to our affection by trying to snarl this invader away.

Through all of this, I see rays of hope. Everytime the two share a water bowl or cuddle in one bed, is a small victory for the spirits desire to seek love and make its peace with altered circumstances in life…. I am learning so much about loving, losing and loving again… I am learning about acceptance and hope, all through two of the smallest members of our family… ๐Ÿ˜Š

#pet #Bob #Motu #life