ONE STEP at a Time...I'm neither a dance exponent..nor am I a specialist in Zumba, Salsa or free style . All I know is that I love dancing to the rhythm of the music. The notes of the keys making mesmerising music turn me on. Triggering the tapping of the toes and elevating each cell of the body, buzzing it with zest and zeal. Indeed an ecstatic state to be in.
In those heavenly moments I'm oblivious of time, so away from mind and body and so focused on those energy filled steps away from the cobwebs of thoughts, feelings and emotions. In these moments, all the ingredients put together making life, seem to be easy breezy. This is the journey to experience transition from solidity to the malleable. |
Water colours, some canson sheets, a handful of friends and gup shup!!A pink Monday morning and the day begins with good weather. Some energy filled exercise session with self to kick start, along with the wait for the 11:30 painting class. This is to keep me in constant touch with self and colours. The sensitivity called Malvika. Dabbling with pigments to breathe a little deeper, to know some more of who I am and to keep the authentic me ALIVE. A rainbow coloured self, to explore and expand. Water plus pigments when mixed well, ready to plunge on to paper for some smart moves by the brush leading to the creation of joy called expression, is what I am looking for. The colours used and the strokes talk a lot about the one using, that is “me”.
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An ode to the INCREDIBLE in me !!Where is the ‘incredible’ in a person, I wondered.
Hunting in nooks and corners outside of me, craving to see with the jewels of my naked eyes, With wondering pupils in every possible direction, up and down in perfection, Valuing others, making them super heroes, super significant, viewing and appreciating their talents, But addicted to never viewing the brilliant, the gorgeous, the potent encaged in my busy buzzing body. How could I forget me? How could I not see the one I was living with, life times after life times? How was I oblivious of me in this amazing body? |
As I stepped into the joy called "ME"Hi!
Welcome to my periscopic eye. The eye that had been viewing the world keeping it in store as an asset… Today am putting it out for the world, as pearls to ponder and not to possess. Would adore to have you all as an angelic contribution to my world. Presenting my first poem here… The catapulting waves of the sea The joys of creation are awaiting me |
When the past stories keep you stuckHave you experienced being in a whirlpool of stories? Happy stories and sad ones too.
Happy ones keep us stuck as we desire to relive that time, thus staying in the illusionary past. Sad ones are stuck deeply too as we love to be in victim mode, justifying our present because of our past. What a weird enmeshment it is that glides in our systems, to never get out as we do not allow it to flow out, to replace it with something not as sticky. |
Mind the mind to be MINDFUL !!!Our mind interestingly is a maze that keeps us muddled in twists and turns of logic, calculation and judgement, thus keeping us entrapped in its invincible, invisible cage. It laughs out loud watching us going in circles, being in its crazy control and dancing like a puppet, attuning to it the hard way rather than attuning to our own phenomenal self.
The zombie that it creates out of us - doubtful, |