A Moving Experience
Today it is exactly one month since we moved into our new home. We are far from done in terms of all the setting up and settling in activities, but …
A Moving Experience Read MorePause. Reflect. Savour. Refresh. Live. Slow.

Today it is exactly one month since we moved into our new home. We are far from done in terms of all the setting up and settling in activities, but …
A Moving Experience Read More
There are many notions mixed up in my head Because the reality of the world is of many mixed notions Notions.. emotions.. solutions? I remember my grandmother’s stories Relating the …
Independence and Freedom Read More
Know that feeling, when in the middle of a busy day, you come across a profound saying? Or moving art..? or a picture of your childhood? Or a child’s laughter?
Tenderness Read More
We cannot typically know the destination, but we can usually if not always, see the path. Do you trust the path? If one is anxious, frustrated, depressed, impatient- it is …
Trust the Path Read More
A colleague I had been working with for past few years, went into retirement today. We had had the ‘event’ with the team to mark the transition, and yet when …
Goodbyes Read More
This book made me really think about my reading choices. It is almost 500 pages long, and I realized that if I had more time, I would not have read …
The First Pharaoh of Egypt Read More
We all have fantasies. And I believe if we take them not just on face-value, but identify the underlying need that they indicate, we learn much about us and how …
The Reading Rebellion Read More
I stumbled across a piece on how Frida Kahlo’s closet was opened a good 50 years after her death to unlock insights into her personality and story. By no means …
Looking in the Closet Read More
They say there was never a poet who could bear the toothache in silence. The poet feels compelled to write about it. Well the threshold for what moves self-proclaimed poets …
Salad and Cake Read More
I sat down pensively, as the teacher set before me again..some colours, and as well a canvas, and on it were drawn neat boxes. I spent the better part of …
Of Boxes and Boundaries Read More
What does it mean to be an artist? Neither does a painting nor a poem nor a dance make you an artist Nor does an absence of any prove that …
To be an Artist Read More
What a year it was 2016! One of the notes to self I had made at the end of 2015 was about momentum of simply showing up- in any sphere, …
Hope You Dance Read More
At the start of 2016, we did something interesting. We created a special box called the ‘Box of Sunshine’ in which we would deposit a descriptive post-it chit every time …
Opening the Box of Sunshine Read More
Words.. are my thing. Words are home to me. I visit, of course, other fine and wonderful things that touch my heart and feed my soul. Art, photography, music (oh, …
Words Read More
Better.. Brighter.. More beautiful is coming. But it depends literally on how well you do with what you have today. Image clicked at Reigoldswil, Nov ‘16
Keep walking Read More
Balance is an undeniably noble goal in all areas of life. I’ve been dwelling this morning on work-life balance. Most people bring it up in the context of work interfering …
On Work-Life Balance Read More
When you carry the weight of enough lived lives Outweighed only by the weight of enough unlived ones When you are inhaling deeply, hoping to catch some of the latter …
The lived and unlived Read More
The realist isn’t the artist’s nemesis. They may seem like opposites, but they are like the yin and yang- seemingly opposing, but actually interdependent. They are not even separate people, the …
The Artist and The Realist Read More
” What’s the matter?” “I just feel like the world is spinning, and nothing is in my control..” “And?” “And what? It’s irksome..”
Relax, nothing’s in control Read More
This post is perhaps about stating the obvious. Except that the obvious is sometimes so omnipresent, that you can easily miss it. So, I watch some television. Not much…some shows, …
TV Sociopaths and The Good Wife Read More
The ache.. is from nothing that has happened. The ache is of all the things that haven’t. They take birth with a surge somewhere in the chest, change form into …
All that never happened Read More
It had been a long day. I was at last out of office, and had now been on the bus for ten, maybe twenty minutes. I couldn’t tell how long …
Alone Together Read More
I went running- I was fast, I was focused. My shoes were thumping the ground in quick succession. The air cut whooshing sounds about my ears, and so I did …
Movement & Stillness Read More
You know how you wake up some mornings with a clear list of people you’d like very much to punch? And how no amount of Yoga seems to get your …
Keep Calm and Throw a Punch Read More