Was reading an article today on how education today has become more and more transactional…and how it robs the learner of the critical thinking.
I share my musings…
When education is not a buisness
When learning is not about grades
When teaching is a passion than profession.
Where doubts, perspectives are welcomed
And not sidelined or ridiculed
When questions are not means to an end
Curiosity and wonder will find its purpose…
That I am fond of writing is nothing new after all these years of blogging and writing but as a child, I remember clearly when I was asked by a school teacher to read a famous poem and share its meaning in class I dared to share a new interpretation to it…that resonated with me.
The teacher then, was not open to a change of perspective… nor ready for a deep dive on why I saw it differently. She simply wanted to finish her work without deviation. I remember sitting down that day, without feedback.
But it didn’t stop me from wonder and writing…in fact I continued to write free verses in time till date.
I write this all, for I have shifted many schools in my childhood… as my father served in the Armed forces. I have seen upclose the good, bad and ugly side of schooling.
And the plus side is, it certainly has shaped me to be, adaptable and resilient as a person in time.
As readers and writers, we experience a dual bliss: the joy of discovering writing that deeply resonates, and the quiet fulfillment of reflecting on our own words and the connections they create.
It is a beautiful thing to share our creative gifts with the world. Yet, what is most profound is the heart of the person…reader or writer, alike who takes the moment to offer a word of kindness or appreciation. A single good word has the power to change someone’s day for the better.
Expression is a gentle pathway to healing. Whether it is a pen dancing across paper, a brush gliding with color, or feet tracing patterns upon the earth, the joy of movement is our shared thread.
Reaching out from within ourselves to share is not always easy, even if deeply fulfilling. It demands our energy, our time, and our vulnerable spirit. Yet to withhold our voices or suppress these expressions would be a tragic loss indeed. It is truly inspiring to read, to write, and to honor the transformative power of words in all their creative manifestations.
What is one “good word” or simple phrase someone once shared with you that stayed in your heart when you needed it most?
True friends trust In each other They find comfort And care to share & listen The truth of what it is Without fear or favour
For they know the value Of authentic advice Without frills and fancies Daring to bare the truth Without colours of envy.
True friends matter To each and everv one of us We are better because of them In trust, love, care & faith Count the blessings Of true friends in this now.
How many such true friends can one count in life?
Only yesterday I witnessed a friendship that stood the test of time and renewed itself in faith & trust.
I thought to myself how important it is to acknowledge the preciousness of true friends as much as to become a true friend that one can count on.
Beyond the name, I am the space between the breaths, the sum of my senses.
Beyond words, a witness & the resonance of infinite possibility.
Beyond deeds, I am the dance of life… Beyond speech, I am the breath that experiences life.
Life is a gift, granted in this lifetime. I ground myself in gratitude to simply be. 🙏
Join in with me for a moment of alignment… With the body, mind, heart, and spirit That houses and helps in evolving the soul. Infinite thanks to the parts That weaves us into a whole. 🙏
Meeting an old friend A kindered spirit Or a loved one …
The joy of uniting After being afar Speaks of interconnections… Where time and space Evaporates without a trace In the moments together.
Its often said Absence makes the heart Grow fonder… So is it the distance That makes reunion sweeter? Gibran wisely said… Let there be spaces In your togetherness
So whatever the relationship With another or with the self , the very act of reconnecting with an old hobby, that you were once passionate about, makes it truly memorable. For what is truly meaningful, is never lost … it’s simply awaiting a return.
Savvy
PS: The word Retourvaille (often spelled Retrouvailles in French) is a beautiful, untranslatable French word that perfectly captures a specific, deeply felt human experience. Literally translated, it means “rediscovery” or “the finding of something again.”
Master your mind,” they say, “Before it masters you.”
Acknowledge the truths of life, For the mind creates Countless thoughts.
Know the value of mindfulness. Being mindful is about self-awareness… To master the mind, Master your thoughts.
Become aware of this now. Whatever this moment is, Sense it, and breathe in it. Feel it, and be alive in it.
For the truth lives in every moment. What you decide to do in this “now” Has the power to change and rearrange Your state of being.
Life is precious. Have faith and trust. Stay hopeful with every breath, For the truth is, you can. After all, the mind works On exactly what you feed it.
An artist leaves much more than creativity in the artwork.
There is a voice in every frame, speaking deeply if you care to listen.
That voice carries the artist’s choices of color and composition, of style and strokes, of moods and feelings breathed into the birth of art.
The artist speaks through the work. The energy of the artist is embedded in words, in lines, in shapes and forms.
When a piece feels complete, the artist releases it to the world. And yet, the energy lives on, transforming itself through time and the spaces it inhabits.
Art is transformed again in translation and interpretation, reshaped by those who encounter it.
As creators, whether of images or words, our work continues to live, each viewer or reader sensing its energy uniquely. And so it flows… transforming itself in time.
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