For once I want to draw and I don't want it to be about symmetry or shape. I want it to be blurred and foggy and mildly reminiscent of intangible, unidentifiable memories. I want to paint, not with a brush, but with my fingers and a knife, and I want to not care about the outcome. Once, again, I wish to be a word stuck at the back of the head that becomes a whole story, and then a whole new life, a whole new existence, a whole new me.
Inhale. Exhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaale. Inhale. Exhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaale. Inhale deeeeeeply. Hold your breath.
*And never ever let go.*
"Life starts with a deep inhalation which triggers the baby's first cry, and ends with a long exhalation at the time of death. So life is just the space between a deep inhalation and a long exhalation. And when we do Pranayam, we try to bring in this life, this prana." Such an astoundingly beautiful analogy!
I have brought some discipline to my life. Long walks, Yoga classes(finally), visiting and teaching in a school on the weekends, and right diet. Yet, something is amiss. Something elementary.
I am unable to write, or frame sentences. I will have to wait. It will come back. It always does.
2 comments:
Coincidently I am trying out the yoga path as well... very refreshing :)
Tulika,
Read 2 posts now. That is called growing process when you start reflecting on what is what. Never fret about past as nothing can be done to change it except that lessons should be learnt for better present which will take care of future. This one is very philosophical but true also.
Take care
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