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Therapeutic Coloring

You walk into any store and now you find coloring book for adults! 

Proven to reduce stress and help you to be in the moment is their claim and it did help me I would say- atleast to focus and be in the moment. 

Along with it, it brought back nostalgic memories of my childhood. Color markers were Rs.12 per pack and it was a luxury. I tried my best to not get over excited and use it completely before the year ends and spend another Rs.12. Then when I look back I see it has been years since I have touched a color marker to draw and color with it. 

But now my daughter has a box full of them and I gave myself the permission to get over board and color to my hearts content and the joy I got in return was priceless.

If you haven’t tried this yet, give it a  try. Your inner child would surely be happy to have the most important task of choosing the color combination.

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Don’t die with your music still in you.

Every human being has an urge to create, be it a poem,a meal,gardening or a song. But there is an equally opposing force within us that tries to quell this urge, so that we don’t look stupid or face the criticism of those around us.

After reading that Hitler wanted to be a professional artist but he failed the entrance exam to the Academy of fine Arts in Vienna and you know the rest of the story, I wondered how history would have changed if it wasn’t the case.

This urge within us  for creative expression is something we need to pay heed to and create, not to get accolades from the world but as a way to portray the world through your eyes.

Maybe you might get a few people who would like what you do, but in the end it is the joy of creating that gives you a high like nothing else. Instead, we numb that urge to create with distractions and addictions and finally complain that we don’t have time!

Yes, maybe that interest that you have, cannot be made into a full time profession, but nevertheless we need to put it on our priority list and do what we love to do even if it is for a few hours a week.

Everyone of us are equally creative in our own ways, it is our job to find it and give it wings.

If you need more inspiration. A book that would help you to give yourself the encouragement to create is “Big Magic” by Elizabeth Gilbert.

This book is your permission slip to create and leave a part of you in this world when you are not around anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

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“U” is for Utopia

An Artist's Path

U is for Utopia

I want to live in a Utopian world. Is there anything wrong with that? People tell me it’s unrealistic and I’m setting myself up for disappointment. But I am not dissuaded. I believe you get what you expect and if you don’t dream big, reach for the moon and the stars, you’ll never get your feet off the ground.

I read a poem recently on a blog from a talented writer/poet named Nimmu. I was so moved by her poem of the perfect world that I asked if I could share it for my Utopia topic, she gladly agreed. So here it is: My Perfect World, by Nimmu.

In my perfect world,
We will live without borders
Reach out to one another in time of disorder.

In my perfect world,
We will speak a language everyone understands
Leave our egos and love will outstand.

In my perfect world,
Not one human goes…

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Resistance

Alarm goes off but my sleepy head wants to snooze some more,

“I am on a diet” I say, and instead stuff my mouth with some chocolate dripping smores

I know I need to exercise to keep healthy and fit

But the comfort of the couch is pain-free and I instead sit

Seeing paint and brushes, I yearn to make art

Remembering my childhood, I glow from my heart

Then I tell myself, It’s not like I’m Picasso, who is going to care.

It’s better to stay the same, instead of provoking glares.

And promise myself, that I will start afresh soon

It’s been twenty years, and I’m yet to find time to do the things I should do

Why is that I resist that which would make me feel good?

Is there a conspiracy again all my “Shoulds”?

I look on my shoulder and see an evil grin,

Telling me I finally found out my evil twin.

I nip him and put him in a box with a tight lid

And say to myself, that I will start today instead.

 

Steven Pressfield  in his book “The War of Art: Winning the Inner Creative Battle” says there is a force just like gravity in this universe “Resistance” which restricts us from doing the work that we came here to do. It was nice to finally have a name for all the times, we have not done the things that we know that we should do, but never do it anyway. It comes in many forms he says, as Procrastination, lethargy, excuses and it is our job to recognize it and do that which our heart tells us to do. In the end, at least we are happier that we overcame resistance instead of feeling miserable about all the things we never did.

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Choice…

C

Life and death a parenthesis in eternity
What I do in between is entirely left to me.
The circumstances that I was born into
Was exactly what I needed, for my soul to evolve consciously.
But where I went from there
Was the choice bestowed unto me.
I have the power, I have the choice
To make this place hell or a place to rejoice.
I could wallow in self-pity, blame others for my problem
and cry out at the injustice done unto me;
Or use the lessons that I learnt to help some other soul
Be a beacon of hope and guide them to their true North Pole.
Spread love instead of bitterness, forgive instead of spitefulness, be grateful and not complain.
Help me God to remember these choices and to live without disdain.

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Busy Bees

BMy day is filled with tasks to be done

When you become an adult, there is no time for fun.

As busy as busy bee’s flying from flower to flower

I run like a chicken with its head on fire.

Laundry to wash

Dishes to load

Appointments to make

Even if I leave one task, I feel like my life is at stake.

With an endless list of things to do

“Being busy” has become my life’s main goal.

The chirp of birds catches my attention

Finally I walked out to the sun to ease my tension

Flowers blooming everywhere,

Emerald green grass dancing in the air,

Spring is here, and I finally see

That nature gets everything done without any hurry.

Life unfolds in silence beautifully.

Why do I then put myself in such a misery?

Let me put my legs up and smell the breeze

After all isn’t life made of these kinds of small memories?

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Awake?

A

Seas filled with toxic dump,

Forests slayed to make more room,

Carbon spewed through the industrial pump

Making glaciers melt fast, pronouncing doom.

Hatred running rampant with her hair billowed in the breeze

People killed in the name of glory

Nuclear tensions rising with unease

Animals lives too are grim and gory

God are you awake? don’t you see, all that is happening in our planet which makes me weep.

Please wake up God, clear this mess I plead.

In the silence God whispered

I am awake

ARE YOU?