We must become bigger than we have been: more courageous, greater in spirit, larger in outlook. We must become members of a new race, overcoming petty prejudice, owing our ultimate allegiance not to nations but to our fellow men within the human community. Haile Selassie
It’s a conscious choice to write more, yet streamline my work.
So you may find me posting erratically every once in a while. Although I continue to write every day as I have for the past couple of years .
I simply started to switch to writing on paper, and I shall post one here regularly, but perhaps not every day. I sense great joy in picking up a pen and writing. It connects me up wires my hand brain coordination a little more than tapping on digital keys.
I already find myself relaxing into it as now I can write anywhere anytime with or without internet . This is simplifying as much as satisfying to me.
To talk about the day I first picked up the pen to write, I wrote a few words and found how strange it felt to be actually inking on paper after so long . It was a missing action piece in my work. Typing is not the same thing. It takes away the flow of continuous touch of the pen on paper.
Although I have written every day digitally over these years. I realise how important it is to never lose touch with writing by hand.
Writing digitally may be faster but fine muscle coordination and postural stability improve when you write with a pen.Something I want to work on again…
The simple joys of flowing with a pen and looking at your work right before you, a tangible piece that connects you with yourself in the touch. It’s hard to replace.
My writing, which seemed erratic at first due to lack of practice, has seen much improvement. Hope this art is not forgotten by other writers.
A point of reflection:
When was the last time you took time to write with a pen on a page ?
Crossing over Bridges of time Beginning to end Ending to begin again In body spirit & souls Infinite forms of expressions Between betwixt & beyond Bonding new & old In part & whole Tuning into the sounds Of harmony & rhythm Inexplicable joys Of moments in movements As paths are splayed Across time to tide over In every moment The choice is yours to take.
I sense hope every time I see a fragile flower. Mistake not, the flower as fragile for in its blooming from a bud it has resilience writ large in every petal .Projecting hope majestically it withstands the day come rain or sun
Every flower is a powerful yet graceful testament of hope & strength springing fresh from the earth.
Speaking of Power…
Power is often mistaken to be loud and aggressive, but often it is the quiet, the silent rebellion that has the most effect.
Teach children to be open to new perspectives, nurture in them the ability to appreciate, it not only transforms them but also the way they interact in the world.
Behold …
There is delight in disorder
There is underlying harmony in the chaos
There is joy in the uncaliberated
There is peace in abandon
A freedom to grow
In the wilderness of spirit
Untamed unshackled..
Unrestricted unbound
There in that horizon beyond
Where the earth meets the sky
Find nature in its true form
In untouched pristine glory
There is abundance there is flow
An unravelled mystery ….
Behold this
Human
delibration organizing nature
A pretty sight to behold
Perhaps a visual treat
A work from the heart
An artists vision
An engineering of marvel
Of outstounding technicality
Of uniformity par excellence
Of colours in a pattern
Arresting landscaping
Structuring the unstructured….
Ingenuity of man Interweaving nature
Interspersing with creativity
Flourishing fields
A rainbow on earth
Painstaking perfection
Magnanimous task
Cultivating in collaboration
Perseverance and patience
With teamwork and texhnicality
Stupendous effort
A haven on earth
A sight to behold …
Imploring you to feast
Your eyes on a visual treat…
I am not a trained speaker, nor an expert story teller. In fact I am quite the antithesis for while I deeply enjoy conversing with people than speeches… I have always liked my deeds than talks to show up for me .
And I have sensed the butterflies in my stomach and heard my own beating heart while speaking to a room full of people, many many times in my life.
Like they say, life makes you stand on the razors edge, as much as on varied stages to experience what it is to be vulnerable, only to transform you.
But then I know I have it in me to ace it. After all, the power of my self belief and purpose has always stood out stronger than my vulnerabilities.
Time and time again I have realized how much it is all in our mind. The journey of life through the illusions, our delusions & revelations to the clarity in awareness.
In time I have often sensed that what makes you uncomfortable has your deliverance. In those moments of vulnerability, there is latent strength to overcome the odds.
What seems like an uncomfortable pause…
Can be the reason why what you say is heard and understood.
For if you truly care to sense
For there is much power in the pause,
In the space between two words two thoughts , two moments and two people.
An interesting quote on relationships I read this morning…
The relationship between commitment and doubt is by no means an antagonistic one. Commitment is healthiest when it’s not without doubt but in spite of doubt.
Rollo May
As I reflected on the above words a few thoughts came to me…
On life and relationships
Is there an interplay of doubt and commitment?
Is there commitment when in doubt?
What happens when doubt creeps in the committed?
Whenever they intersect there are conflicts
Whether at opposition or not
Both are in thoughts
Dashing from one extreme to another
At times contradicting at times rationalising
And returning back to apparent normalcy
When doubt dances in, commitment feels the burn
When commitment is strong, doubt rests on the back burner.
Have always felt there needs to be trust in a relationship as much as compromise else even the strongest of relationships fall apart.
Savvy Raj 
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