As a dance instructor I remember a time more than a decade ago, I built a community of dance lovers who loved the connecting over a few moves every weekend. The tribe gew organically… as for all these lovers of dance, including me, the art of movements and sharing the creative passion… became a way of life.
I often sensed how much the times spent dancing together was a transformative experience. I also witnessed how many of them found friendships and supported each other through thick and thin.
Though I moved on to another city and began exploring and discovering many more interests in time, the times we all manage to connect again, even now always brings a joyful smile from the heart ❤️
The way of peace is in heartful awareness, as much as in mindful living.
And for peace to sustain itself… We need to evolve with awareness We need to recognize the truth of our interdependence.
We need to adapt ourselves To the changing times. It will take a realization of the interconnects between individual well being & collective wellbeing.
Anf it certainly needs acceptance and aligning with the dynamics that peace brings forth … For peace needs embodiment through conscious choice & practice as a way of life.
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?
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