Spirit of a woman
Strength of a woman
Soul of a woman
Spirit of a woman
Strength of a woman
Soul of a woman
Mindfulness is always a work in progress.. It is a continuous journey in awareness not just a destination.
It is a cultivation of appreciation for life and living in every moment…
#morningmusings #thoughts #nowmatters
Trust and Dancing.
As you dance with another…what matters most is the trust you place on yourself and your partner. To dance as one unit moving in synchrony and feeling the harmony of your beating hearts . This is the ideal connection which makes a dance come alive in the moments.
Yet as much as trust is a much needed trait in dancing together as a couple, often trust takes time to build and is also a subjective matter amongst dancers.
To trust is to let go doubt
To trust is to allow space for growth
To trust is to know patience in waiting
To trust is to allow space for faith
To trust another is not easy
For one and all…
To some it may be the most difficult
But trust is certainly worth trying!
To trust takes effort not assumptions
It takes practice in time and space.
For trust can be on many levels
Emotional Mental or Physical
Trust is built to evolve along
For in building the relationship
The foundation needs to endure
The winds of changes…
Trust is what trust does
Try to pin it down
Watch how turns out to be
Confusing and elusive…
Before you trust you will
Spend time sensing,
And witness the energy
The tension in the transactions
Being ready for changes
Being prepared to brave
Through disappointments and dissatifations
That may arise at any moment.
And yet …
Trust is not only about building
But about the ability of letting go
Of worry and insecurities
Of fear and failures.
To trust is to reach out
Without any expectations
But in utter faith and belief
That you will be supported!
A dance between a couple is a blissful feeling only when there is trust in both the self and the other, just as much as the passion … as only when there is the letting go, can there be the flow manifesting itself through the movements!
Member International Dance Council
Her likes were not the blatant and ĺoud
Not the one to shout out
Her kind of songs were of melody and rhythm
In synchrony with her heartbeat
Her type of books were all of an understanding
The soothing and sagacious kind
Of healing and harmony.
Her friends were far and few
Not much would escape her lips
Her speech was guarded.
None had really stepped into her inner world
In fact, her family too knew little about her
Her words were simple, not stormy
In fact, she chose the middle path in life …
A road safe and steady
Not for her the bane of fame and fortune
Not for her the choppy waters of high tides
She preferred the smooth sailing in serenity
She was a lover of grace in simple things
She never was the seeking kind ever
Neither love nor laurels, pleasures nor pain
She lived a life content, she never craved too much
She knew the price of desire only too well…
Awakening the self, the way bearer in the wisdom of living.
Want of wealth, never brings balance of needs
Hoard nothing and healing begins Living intentionally is not about living selfishly…
She was privy to the clasping clutch that ambition brought
She witnessed the sacrifice of lives barely lived
She grew in the unfolding drama that power portrayed.
She was torched by emotional upheavals, to rise in fortitude
She amassed the wisdom in the power of silence
This is an interpretation of my own painting I have shared above. I choose to delve a bit on the nature of the central character in the painting…
Who is she?
What makes her who she is?
What guides and motivates her?
What brings her peace and contentment?
What makes her grateful?
To every evolving question there is always a reason to be…
And to each their own path to be!
Time heals it all they say
And its so very true
So when we are in throes of torment
Trust time to pass to a better moment
When life throws a googly at you
And you are left flummoxed
That you just have no certain way
Trust time to move you on along the way
In trying moments of despair
When you are left fending for yourself
Know the answer is around the bend
Trust time to let itself mend.
For time is the answer
Be patient to let it pass
For no two moments are alike
Such is the eternal mystic of time.
This beautiful story conveys the preciousness of every life.
We are born for a purpose
Many times we are so busy searching
That we fail to see our own worth
In being as we are
There is always a reason
Why we are as we are
Just because we dont know it
Does not mean life is not worth living.
We are only as good as we learn
To see ourselves in our hearts
Cheer up from your trials and errors
For there are many paths on our way
To nourish with our nature
To heal and help evolve.
There is much that requires our being
To do, to care, to share, to love and live
In our own special way…
The way only we can !
A BEAUTIFUL WAY OF LOOKING AT THINGS:
A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him. To keep her busy, he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again.
He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done. But the little one came back within minutes with perfect map……When he asked how she could do it so quickly, she said, “Oh…. Dad, there is a man’s face on the other side of the paper….. I made the face perfect to get the map right.” She ran outside to play leaving the father surprised.
MORAL OF THE STORY:
There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world. Whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation, look at the other side…. You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem.
A few musings…
The difference between just looking and seeing is so much in the depth and dimension of expansions in our flow of thoughts .An expansion in our acceptability and flexibility changes the seemingly complex situations to simple solutions .:)