Poetry Month Again !

The happily crowded April arrives with the new year , summer showers, mangoes , holidays and poetry for me !

The Terribly Tiny Tales (TTT) , National Poetry
Writing month ( NaPoWriMo) is back and am writing again for the prompts !
The prompt for Day 6 , I  found heart warming ...
It said :
What if your memories can write back to you ?
And I wrote :
They would call out to me to come visit ...
Re-live the sounds, sights , smells and textures..
The  springs of crushes, summers of growing up,heartaches of autumn ,dreary chills of winter ..
The thrill of rains and drenches in childhood ..
The joys of achieving , hopelessness of failure ..crushing losses..
The roads traveled, trains chugged ,skies lit with stars,clouds on flight, loves loved, friends lost..
Sometimes sepia and sad,
Sometimes dappled in colour,
Sometimes framed in pictures '
Sometimes only in creases of my mind ...
They would call out to me to come visit ....

Jigsaw Puzzle Queen

As the annual exams concluded , D got into her favorite mode . solving a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle .
With infinite patience , spanning over a few days  she set it up.
Absorbed , engaged and all her focus on the task at hand.

I am a huge fan of the jigsaw puzzle .. the way the tiny bits come together , fitting perfectly with one another creating a story ...
 It was a pleasure to see it unfold .. bit by bit .. one piece at a time ..

I find the puzzle to be a metaphor to life...
every moment playing a part to the whole... woven by the unseen hands of time .. each important in its own way ...each connecting to the next uniquely as only it can..

Effort, Focus and Patience to string it all and voila it all comes together as our own unique story!

International Women's Day

March 8 gets me cynical sometimes what with the social media flooding us with sappy paeans when all that is needed to celebrate women is respect , consideration and support .
Objectifying women gets my goat and patriarchal ways that tend to patronize, subdue and discriminate make me sad .The inability of women to move about safely in many of our our towns/ cities is a bummer indeed.

This year , saw me in action mode on March 8 !

Heading a city chapter of an international women's organisation , i went after a project to create a safe seating space for women in the city's railway station. Women travelers  transiting  through the station will have a space to safely rest and charge their phones . The spot was selected by the station authorities at such a vantage that the police check-post could keep a  watch ...

One of the high points of my year :)

First Run !

And I scored a "first time in life" experience when i signed up for the Run Thrissur Run Annual Marathon  and completed a 5K

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One joke i have not tired cracking at my expense is  I can't run to save my life :)

So this was a big step , taken after a year of small steps getting fitter and finding the stamina .

Guess what ?! I had found my running feet !

My first 5K and am certain there are many more coming !

2019!

A brand new year is here and I have my new slate for the year !

I spent the last days of the last year in contemplation . Reflecting on what 2018 meant to me and the context i need to set for myself as i deepen my awareness .

Time for more promises too ! To myself ...

I intend to go deeper ,work harder, love tougher , play wilder and Be more of myself.  More than anything i resolve to bring more of myself into each day. My Love, my passion, my zest, my  curiosity, my thirst for learning and my quest to be more empathetic .

A year to deepen the connection with myself ..

Here's to 2019 and all that it holds !

The year is up for wraps

The year is up for wraps..

And I end the year with satisfaction of sticking to two things I initiated at the beginning of the year.
Daily journaling  and a 365 day project on instagram to photo-record my traipsing through the year.

https://www.instagram.com/p/BsDMrxzHAX5/
 records the completion

I also kept all the promises i made to myself at the beginning of the year :)
https://profoundinanities.blogspot.com/2018/01/

As i gazed mesmerimesed at the Kanchanjunga at Darjeeling , made  a few more promises for the year to come ...

Signing off for the year with the beautiful words of Songwriter Morgan Harper Nichols..

Seasons

S is here and love her spontaneous bursts of creativity.
Her impromtu etching and coloring of the " Seasons"for me ,brought home the cheer and joy of the changing seasons....

The shift of the seasons spring eternal hope to me and bring so much to look forward to. I have come to beleive in Shelley when he wrote  "If Winter comes, can spring be far behind"? .
This transience also tells me whats enduring ..
It is our ability to find joy ..
In the backdrop of all that changes , we always possess the ability to appeciate what's lovely and make peace with what's not. This sense of wonder and connection with all that is around , i think , makes us more empathetic and compassionate .

I have come to cherish the fire of summer and the swish of the monsoons and the gentle warmth and breeze of the interludes.
For I know seasons turn and the kind cloud will be back after a fiery sun ..