Covid has come Covid will go Herd immunity Now at play Will leave With markings Of a common flu
And yet the waves Will leave us Imprints of Resilience In the cells of our being Progressively in time But speaking of the future If we are able to see Beyond the nightmare Of the past
There is a shift In the way of life Of the way of living At work & at play The impacted have wisened Earlier than others But there is an awareness No less in the rethinking Of the workplace that works From physical to hybrid.
Exploring possibilities With our virtual connections With precious commute time saved Families have sensed the togetherness Experienced the pros & cons of wfh Yet work has continued Buisness collapsed yet many revived Reinventing the ways of work
A sense of knowing prevails All is not lost For technology has come in aid Of mankind at its hour of need A semblance of normalcy regained But with a redesigned version Of what is the new normal Organization operates Repattererned in the sensing Of what is redundant And what actually works! Hope is here to stay…
Throwback to last week when I recorded a demo and forgot about it
Shown here is one of the riskiest parts of the process — removing myself from the fragile balance without disturbing it.
In order to balance something like this, I usually need to basically wrap my body around it while sitting and building.. using knees to hug / stabilize the lower section(s) like a scaffold. But once I find zero, I need to remove my body without causing the structure to collapse.. on my body.. it’s when I’m most vulnerable.
But as seen here, I keep my gaze firmly on the structure while maneuvering my body away. It’s like a weird hyper focus where I’m spatially entranced on the relative positions of the rocks, and if any data point deviates from the whole, I have maybe a second to react before it becomes dangerous, especially for my left hand here which is planted on the stump I was sitting on, hoisting my body away.. if that top decides to fall on that hand, bones would likely break… not a situation where I can afford to break focus.
Some self removals are easier than others — it really just depends on a firm hold for my right hand behind me, the sensitivity of the structure itself, and what the wind is doing..
The Antwerpen Christmas Market is spread out over several streets and squares lighting up the entire historical centre of Antwerp beautifully into a huge and happening zone to stroll around in…
Glowing in the night! Beating the winters chill Sitting by warm fire pits… Sipping hot glühwein!
And the mistletoe? Well its no small branch But a giant one indeed! Fit for all the crowd that gather under Just to share their love for each other….💞
Irony of cognition As long as our beliefs are taking us through We are comfortable But if our beliefs, blur our vision We are confounded We become guarded And want to protect our opinions Even if they are erring In fact we are most hostile When we are aware deep within How wrong we actually are !
Rather than allowing ourselves to evolve We step in our own way of growth Becoming mental contortionists Twisting and turning With the assumptions & notions of truth Until we find an angle that upholds Our current views.
Our beliefs can be our strength as much as our weaknesses. In allowing ourselves to accept something new or different to what we are used to or expect, we begin to open up our minds and hearts.
Think about your own beliefs, are there moments where you were challenged by your own beliefs,
Were there times when you feel that some of your own beliefs need a thinkover?
Often we assume we are totally in the know and believe it to be so like a frog in the well.
Yet the truth shows up differently from these illusions we live in, and then we realize how far away from the truth we actually are!
Bruges’ is an absolutely fascinating fairytale kind of town,and at night, under the moonlight, it’s magical atmosphere intensifies. A canal trip in the Reie named after the river Roya totally worth it.
To a true artist The medium is immaterial Everything is association The elements converge Every thing connects Subtlety emerges distinctly Dancing to the winds of change
Inner motivation leads the way To find meaningful expressions In the myriad manifestations Even in the seemingly banal existence Creativity sparks from everywhere. Such is state of fractal flow Of Art & Artistry.
But then is there a true or fake artist? For beauty is in the eyes of the beholder And possibilities of creativity infinite Art is a moment of reckoning Of acknowledgement and appreciation Evoking critical responses & feedbacks In support or diversity of emotions Forming new patterns in the experiences Invoking the spirit of creation Once more… Savvy
Savvy Raj 
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