Archive for September, 2017

Faraway Places

Posted: September 25, 2017 in Uncategorized


A lone figure silhouetted against the setting sun. She seemed oblivious to changes in time.

The sky changing from burnt sienna to blood red had riveted her attention. It was as if time stood still. Her gaze steady. Her mind averred to who she was and her thoughts miles away in faraway places.

She knew she was alive in the moment, in the lap of nature where she felt most at home.

An observer would have imagined it a figure carved in stone and placed there by a gentle sculptor not knowing she would be so much part of the vista painted on the canvas.

There was an inner peace that settled over her body, mind and soul. She was in a happy place.

Just as the birds in formation flew over her- as if to remind her it was time to go home, she snapped out of her reverie and stood up. Her lithe form bowed gracefully to the beautiful theatre in front of her. Her flowing clothes swished behind her as she walked down the rocky surface barefoot, feeling the earth.

A lone figure who appeared and disappeared with fluidity and ease with no encumbrances in its way.

She was whole!



September Skies

Posted: September 23, 2017 in Uncategorized


August had just passed and the blooming tree with its myriad birds had turned a shade redder. September rains lashed through the countryside and my favorite pastime seemed watching the aftermath. A cleansing ritual.

The magic of September was yet to be unleashed in all its strength, as I waited in anticipation for the skies to open into an orchestra. Night rains lent the Allegro.

Somewhere the horizon faded into the landscape briefly and before I knew it the crescendo of the sun was played out in full swing.

Enthralled, in amazement I watched as the sky lit into fire. Every cloud burnt in its own embers and every melting wisp of vapor led one to a dance of passion.

Had I known this would be the way I felt, as I stepped in with the trepidation of a child on stage, I would have been prepared. Being swept away in a current of fire and shared symphony was not what I thought I would encounter.

There I was standing – naked in thoughts, engulfed by the sweetest lessons life could ever teach me.

Gratitude would not suffice. Neither will my lips say the words but burn deep into my soul, carving the name, as never touched before- it seemed the best surrender.

‘Become who you are,’ it whispered in my ears gently.

Had I waited any longer death was imminent not to the self but to my spirits. It was destined in the skies that burning out was not the way it would end but lighting the fire to brilliance and watching it in awe. Maybe my love and deep threads of nature reached out to the soul; that saw past it all and wanted a part of it, in its journey

September skies will live on in memories. It was simply ‘meant to be’.