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How you hold up the wet clothes to dry dear clothes pins, I've held myself up and hung myself dry, from soaking ,dripping wet tears to overcoming fears and getting out the sadness and grief, to come out Dry, Fresh, Clean, Clear, only to get wet again and to be hung to dry again... To then be able to smell my true fragrance..Poorva11th Jan 2025
And when your hair also feels all scattered like you- All over the place... Giving myself Space to stay Scattered and not comb my hair and stay with my Scattered thoughts and not comb them down..
It all started with hearing a voice note of someone describing the magic of a collaboration between Eddie Veder and Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan ji song, without sharing the name.. Thus began the journey into music, the next 24 hours that I’d never have imagined..(being bedridden and unwell helped in distracting myself in something I loved) Searched Google goddess and found out it was from the Beautiful ...
ByPoorva - Mansha's motherAnthroposophy-A new philosophy I happened to discover in September 2019.Where I was told- \Why are you answering all your child's questions?\ You mean I should not ? I didn't know there was a different way from this..The Answer- I saw a Steiner teacher interact with my child and answer my daughter's question with \I wonder why that is\What did that do? You may ask. It o...
When the leaves fall, such beauty in seeing them flow and flay and sway and dance in the wind and finally land softly onto the ground.. Such serenity and calm watching this, and the stark contrast watching your parents flay oy sway or become shaky.. We as their children doing everything to not want to see them fall, or touch the ground..It's the toughest phase to watch them reach their Autumn, and...
Expressing GratitudeThis morning, I find myself waking up appreciative of the simple yet profound things in life: the ability to breathe, the health and functionality of my body, the presence of my daughter, and the continued companionship of my mother, who remains with us in her physical form. I also reflect on the absence of my father, whose presence I miss so much. I am thankful for the sustena...
Today is day 4 of my otherwise always active, never caught doing nothing mom, feeling under the weather, having fever, she's 73,. What's so fearful with a little fever you may ask? The reference to context totally charges when you hear the other side of the story..My father a healthy, fit, strong willed man, who celebrated his 75th birthday on 7th August ,2024, had an early Rakhi celebration, invi...
Root- so many definitions or understandings can come from this one word..Root was the name of a restaurant in the most recent movie I watched.. And it got back so many memories of -Being Rooted inBeing one with the RootsDeep Rooted pains/memories/Deep Rooted conditioning/knowingRoots that go deep deep down, under the surface and engulf your being above the surface. So much of our growing years whe...
Allowed myself to experience this night at Zapurza, an art museum in a village called Kudje next to Pune. Was part of a beautiful full moon night led by Varun of Taal inc and Manisha of Oneek. To be one with the moon, to dance to the drums, and totally let go, not be seen and yet to see myself completely was a profound experience.. To surrender to the moon, and to let it soak me up like a thirsty...
What a Journey this 6 years and 8 months have been till date.A relationship of 12 years in a marriage and 4 years of dating in hiding. Memories of Truly, Madly, Deeply. From sneaking and Secret meetings in Bombay, stolen moments and doing any and everything to just be together for a few more minutes- while having to constantly be on guard with unapproving eyes and a fear of being found out and c...