The Sun Plays with the Sea
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The last day of the year is a meditative time. It’s quite serendipitous that this year the 31st and 1st occupy a Saturday and a Sunday. The year ends and starts in restfulness and reflection. This gives me time to collect my increasingly ragged thoughts.
2011 was a helter-skelter year.
2012 (notwithstanding the dire Mayan predictions) seems to be beckoning me with a theme: Peaceful Achievement.
In 2012 I want to turn all those nebulous dreams into reality, let go of anxiety and live to the fullest. So every day I possibly can in 2012, I will:
1. Spend 15-20 minutes in meditation or relaxation techniques
2. Spend the same kind of time on an exercise regimen
3. Smile at everyone I can, no matter how slim my acquaintance with them and give up shyness
4. Catch-up on my studies
5. Consolidate my writing & photography
6. Will not bring work home
7. Will not constantly check my e-mail
8. Will be happily miserly and thrifty
9. Try and do a few good deeds, even if they backfire
10. Will try to stay true to both the softness and toughness in me
11. Give much less power to opinions other people may or may not hold about me
2012, I hope you are the year in which I get to be the best me possible.
A silver spiel detaches—
And so, a story starts.
Stops.
Starts again.
Quicksilver pushing iron,
Reality blends for fantasie’s ends
Into wondrous colour.
A continuous weaving
Shining cloth, intricate designs.
A sparkle or two of genius,
The pirouette of a Ballerina,
The wings of a swan.
That for a second—
Illusion flight!
Catharsis:
Dear earth bound tree
And lingering threads of ecstasy.
Fruit of sapped, synthesized Joy…
That glow forever in thee.
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One afternoon in Goa a glass of ice-tea and the way it caught the light – the golden luminance of it fascinated me. I took so many pictures and maybe a few conveyed the glow my eyes saw.
Here for you, are : The Ice-Tea (Photography) Experiments:
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There are stories coming, can you hear?
When ideas seem alive
When life seems made of rich, tactile textures
When someone else’s song moves you to tears
You know your own song is just waiting in the wings
The first soft footsteps-
Curling tendrils of resonance
A double life – being doubly alive!
It waits, it waits!
There is a pink and white flower (called Malati lata) which gives abundantly of its sweetness in the summer. It flows like a cascade from its twining vines and wafts a scent of piercing melody all around. This is a tribute to my favourite flower – captured on a Sunday morning walk.
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