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 ?
Is the form you see Exactly the form I see Perhaps they differ In the way we choose to interpret.
Is form the mark of reality Does being formless makes it unreal Is form the contention To know the real and unreal.
Forms are shaped by intentions In dedication & deliberation. For forms become fleeting memories Perishing in the sands of time.
While the formless evolves in the heart Holding up to unfathomable faith They may live on in the silent knowing Of unspoken trust in the being.
Discernment of the forms In the inner recesses of the heart and the mind Waltzes the consciousness of the being In States of knowing ,of the truth of light
A light of wisdom That takes many forms Million times over To show the path of truth.
The path is lit As the steps are taken The forms manifest in the interactions Of vibrations in resonance.
Between these Illuminating illusions Of the form and formless What is real and unreal All are just reflections in the dimensions.
In the beam of even one moment of truth Is the convergence of envisioning Forms and formless become one Conveying the message safely home.
With the world getting more and more materialistic and withdrawn and people truly becoming less communicative although connected by technology in every second , the human need to be heard becomes more and more necessary for somewhere it is drowning in the hustle and bustle of an ever busy world.
And as for creative freedom well each every moment offers infinite acreative flow that is awaiting your expression. Choice rests with you what you do with it .
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.
I wrote this poem back in time after an unexpected opportunity to travel set me off across exploring unforgettable places and spaces on my own.
Yesterday as I was conversing with one of my earlier dance student and friend now, he somehow reminded me of this poem again , as he has been traveling the length and breadth of India on a bike, covering over 80% of India.
While I wait to see his photo shares and hear more from him about his experience in the journey.
Thought of sharing my verses again.
Travel On
If you are given an opportunity to take a journey
Take it, for you meet many versions of you.
Along the road.
Some you cherish, some cherish you.
Some that change you and some that you change.
Fear not the travel or the traveling…
For one thing is certain
You come away enriched and wiser in every journey.
Travel to liberate yourself From self assumed notions To see the light on the other side There is much to unlearn and unbox As you travel yield in to the insights Travel every once in a while if opportunity arises,
Take the chance, You are richer in your explorations much as your experiences. Travel on …
May we always dance, the dance of independence and freedom. May we tune ourselves to connect with joys in tandem. May we always remember and value great souls lost in martyrdom. May we continue to prosper and thrive. May we acknowledge that the strength in the interdependence is never random. May we always respect our roots and learn to follow our inner wisdom. Happy Independence Day!
Inculcating a habit of listening to music regularly, or even practicing music by learning to sing or playing an instrument, can improve your creativity.
Learning anything new can spark new neural pathways and bridge old learnings in associations to ignite unique creative expressions.
As far as music it is a holistic experience with benefits much beyond its entertainment factor. The right music can heal and regenerate cells in our body.
Music can be a healing medicine for the body, mind and spirit. Personally, like for many of you, I love many art forms, like music, dance and painting, writing and singing because they have an immensely positive effect on me. It makes me whole again, ready to face a new day… For instance, I am fond of different types of music at different times of the day…often I sense how refreshed I feel after listening or singing to them.
At home every once in a while my daughter and I find singing mashups of old and new songs together on the Karaoke very rejuvenating…One thing leads to another, humming or singing some melodies while going through the day, makes the moments feel light. I also find listening to gentle, soft instrumental music while painting very enjoyable.
What are your experiences with music?
When was the last time you heard your favorite songs?
When did you do something creative while listening to music?
Savvy Raj 
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