And the women, they did not scream. They moved silently, carefully, strategically.
They closed in on the man with the axe and rod, who was charging at them shouting guttural obscenities.
They had their lassoes ready and their pepper spray.
As one they sprayed him, some from behind, some upwards from the front, as they bent on the ground to escape notice. In a minute they had him writhing on the ground – shrieking – axe and rod abandoned in helplessness.
They tied him up and carried him away.
To where he would be shown a better way.
(Copyright: Radhika Mukherjee)
Suddenly in the mind, inspiration strikes like lightning, on witnessing lightning! Such is the magic of the monsoons!
It opens up a space in the mind, for the real, for:
It is a beautiful season here in India. Majestic even.
It is the time of the most fecund joy.
And the most amazing sky drama!
The sky drama:
See what I’m talking about?
This weekly photo poem is a shout-out to all storytellers everywhere! Whatever your medium, which ever stage of acceptance/success you’re in, know that you’re in the right space.
Claim your story!
Can you guess which one?
Hint: Lots of superheroes jostling around…
Because despair is an important emotion to work through.
Because finding purpose is important.
Because vulnerability and reality are inextricably intertwined.
Because strength flows most true when you accept all parts of yourself.
What would you do if you had to take The Leap?
That strange alchemy, you and a strip of reflective glass.
What does it say about you?
Are you someone you know, you recognize?
Or are you, a STRANGER?
There’s something about some nights, isn’t it? They seem to be imbued with the gift of revelation, with magic… almost…
What will the night REVEAL to you?
We need to answer this fundamental question. We need to know the answer to ‘WHY?’
It’s been so long since I’ve been here! But I’m back! (Again!)
How are you? What’s been happening? How’s life and blogging treating you?
For you today, I have a Photo Poem! (Thought I’d give it a whirl! :))
And I hope to bring one such poem to you every week.
With poems old and new, profound and ephemeral, let’s see where we go…
So here’s the first one, it’s all about that indescribable thing — the moment:
Wisdom I’ve gained this day:
Your first responsibility is to try and be open and vulnerable to yourself. Admit any aspects of shame, fear, anger/anguish, etc. you are carrying around. Explore ‘weaknesses’, don’t hide from them. Connect to everything about your self.
That’s when true, integrated strength, a sense of purpose and connectedness begin to emerge. You begin to ‘flow’ in the world again.
Start exploring the interior landscape. The rewards are myriad!
Just a walk in the park in the evening—
The chaos in the mind melts away in the cooler breeze,
Summer flowers layer the air with heavy sweetness,
And the streetlight plays a game of golden shadows with the trees.
There are still blessings,
Wherever we may see,
But time, it runs and leaps and bounds away—
We have to do,
We have to dare,
We have to save the Earth!
In 10 years we may not recognize our lands and seas!
What will you do?
So it’s very simple really.
I’ve discovered that of all things, what the human system most needs is rest.
If you’re spinning round and round, just take a little time for you.
Don’t pack in a vacation or an experience or an activity.
It’s time to BE.
Feel the softness of life,
Feel the essential sweet touch of each day,
And come away grateful and renewed,
Ready to dance in the world again!
Where is Life to be found?
Out in the world, in the melee,
Or is it still a full life,
If it’s books and flowers and the sun,
That you choose?
Green Magic (By Radhika Mukherjee)
Nature still works!
It’s March and right on cue, there’s brilliant green everywhere,
The trees have woven beautiful new foliage for themselves.
They know it’s time,
They read the wind and earth and water,
And this is what they say, ‘We will uphold nature, will you?”