So, true transformation too is not a one off act in the edge of things or only where you are pushed to the extremes. True change for the better lives in the middle of consistent moments of effort coupled with awareness.
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?
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.
You and I May never meet, But our thoughts Interweave through words.
We may have unique names, We may have different views, Yet our journey is entwined In the many paths home.
In every acknowledgment Of this great truth Of the interconnects We align with ourselves.
Along our unique way, The choice is ours To find ourselves In one another…
Living life lovingly.
Savvy
A note in gratitude for beautiful response in a comment on Interwoven from a dear reader, that sparked my third poem in this series on the very essence of Oneness.
My first poem Interwoven spoke of the universal source (nature, sun, ocean).
The second Endless Beginnings spoke of the internal journey (storms, dust settling).
With this third poem, Oneness, I choose to honor the bridge between people who may have never met face to face, yet are sensing moments of oneness simply entwined through words & mutual recognition.
Thank you for reading and responding with such heartfulness… Across time and distances whenever we pause to acknowledge these interconnections, we not only find ourselves, but also send forth a ripple in the oneness.
When was the last time you felt the charismatic power of calm?
What does calm feel like to you in this moment?
What is the distance between you and your sense of serenity?
Where and how do you think you can find your center?
A Note on the Dawn
My morning moments hold a precious tranquility for me. I choose the dawn to set my intention for the day ahead. In the quiet moments before the world wakes, I find my creative state of flow. Although I strive to connect with this peace throughout the day, the energy of the early morning resonates most deeply. It sets the tone for everything that follows.
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