Human Beings or Human Doings?
Animals instinctively know when it’s time to hibernate. Humans have chosen to forego resting their physical bodies and souls, caught in the quagmire of their mortal lives. The hustle culture gets real by the day.
The Invitation
“It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon… I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals, or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.” – Oriah Mountain Dreamer , The Invitation
Before I Die: WhatDoYouSee | Fiction
Before I Die Written as part of Sadje’s What Do You See? picture prompt. They sit outdoors, huddled in crooked rows; The octogenarians and septuagenarians. They have aged gracefully; The bitter-sweet embrace of a life well lived. One foot closing up on the grave and one smugly here; Some holding on to dear, precious life, Some impatiently waiting to kick the bucket into light.
5 Lessons 2020 Has Taught Me: #TuesdayMotivation #MondayMusings
Lessons From 2020 “Historically, pandemics have forced humans to break with the past and imagine their world anew. This one is no different. It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next. We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our data banks and dead ideas, our dead rivers and smoky skies behind us. Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage, ready to imagine another…
The Autumn Visitors – Night Jasmines (Shiuli): #MondayMusings #MicroMonday
“Flowers are the music of the ground… From Earth’s lips spoken without sound.” – Anonymous The Night Jasmines or Shiuli/ Harsingar/Parijat as they are called in India, have once again made an unfettered come back. Night Jasmines herald the arrival of autumn, as they lie casually strewn across the ground beneath their modest tree. A tree that in all possibility would go unnoticed, if not for the fragrant, intoxicating prettiness that caresses the ground beneath. In my scheme of all…