Sometimes a little pause or silence Sometimes a little break from monotony Can be a gamechanger In the rut of routine To unshackle the soul And set the spirit free to imagine And spark the creative fire within… Wouldn’t you agree? And I suppose how much of it all, is an answer each knows… in the journey of becoming.
We are what we are As humans we are vulnerable beings, strengthened by our very vulnerability. As for our notions of the nuances As for our presumptions and prejudices Along with our unique sense of self contrived our otherwise We are only human we are capable of being humane.
We are alive & breathing in this now And no matter the despair and frustration No matter the weight of the world No matter the fragmented existence No matter our human fragility… We carry on as we are exploring & discovering thriving and creating history…
We are complete beings in our acknowledging incompleteness. We are perfect beings with all our so called imperfections.
And we strive to do our best with what we have
If everything is complete and perfect then there would be no wonder to evolve us along…
It’s Christmas time again – feel the magic, feel the joy, feel the glow and see the beauty around you. Spread some smiles and bring cheer to hearts Let there be abundance of happiness and smiles for one and all ! Merry Christmas
One day, a king went hunting. On his journey, he stayed overnight at the house of a weaver who lived along the way. The weaver and his family did not know that their guest was the king. They assumed he was just a hunter and offered him a place to stay.
The next morning, when the king woke up, he saw the weaver starting his work. The weaver had a rope tied to his left hand. Curious, the king asked, “What is that rope tied to your hand?”
The weaver replied, “This rope is to rock the cradle. If the baby cries, I pull this rope to soothe it.”
The king then noticed a long stick near the weaver and asked, “What is this stick for?”
The weaver said, “My wife has spread grains outside to dry in the sun. I’ve tied a black flag to the other end of this stick. When I wave it, birds don’t come near the grains.”
The king also saw small bells tied around the weaver’s waist and asked, “What are these bells for?”
The weaver explained, “We have a mouse in the house. When it comes near, I shake these bells, and it runs away.”
The king then noticed a few children standing outside the weaver’s house and asked, “What are they doing there?”
The weaver replied, “While weaving, I teach them whatever I know. They listen to my lessons from outside.”
The king asked, “Why don’t you let them inside?”
The weaver answered, “Their ears are here to listen to the lessons, but I also make them knead the mud in front of the house with their feet while listening. This way, they learn and help at the same time.”
The king was amazed at how the weaver managed so many tasks simultaneously. The weaver added, “That’s not all. My wife is a Greek woman. Every day, she writes ten Greek words on a slate for me to learn. While working, I also practice those words.”
The weaver demonstrated that if one desires, it is possible to learn, teach, work, and take care of the household all at once. His diligence left the king astonished.
I received this story in Tamil but since I wanted to share across this here, this is an AI translation.
There is so much to understand and interpret from this….
My 80 plus father and I were having a nice conversation this morning. I asked him, what is the difference between your generation and today?
What did you all have then that today that we don’t have today? He said it in one line: Freedom of time. It’s so true. Today’s world is fully connected but caught in the web of it’s own doing. Today everything is caught on camera. No one is truly free. Whether at work or after,.. your work follows you .You are always available and connected even when you travel… Life is actually more complicated with all these so called devices of technology.
Even simple joys of life are difficult to experience for lack of time. No one is truly free. Chained to the machines of their own making…
In the name of Work from home and work life balance, we are getting more work home that there is no downtime. Weekends no longer feel different. All are in a rat race in time. Until we mutually agree and consciously think of taking time out and act on it , life seems to fall into a rut of routine that we forget we are meant to live and not just exist .
Glimmers of light Sparking through thoughts Colours of hope Emerging through the words Balancing the energy Within and around Connecting in communion Between and betwixt Infinite is the potential of light That shines inside outside
Savvy Raj 
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