When the rain is pounding on your roof, you become overwhelmed by the sound and sensation of relief. It is the sound of peace when people take cover in their homes, in their cars, under a tree or some sort of shelter.
Rain brings one to a temporary stand still and offers a welcome breather or a pause in your sentence of activity.
The feeling of sheltering is a human instinct that begins even before we see the first light at birth. Being at peace is feeling sheltered and safe from the outside world. Peace is when you are able to focus on the task at hand and experience a sense of accomplishment on your own. Peace means you are able to manage time without feeling the pressure to adhere to anyone's beg and calling.
To me, peace means getting lost between the forms that are shaped with every brush stroke on my canvas. An escape to a surreal world of wonder and a real world of rain...
Tuesday, 21 April 2020
Wednesday, 15 April 2020
...after action, satisfaction.
What is more satisfying than that sigh at the end of the day?
The yes-it's-time-for-wine-moment! The realization of accomplishments.
Long days, long hours of labour when you feel everything comes to a close. Less demands, less phone calls, less worrying and more self love. It is the sensation of hot water over tour back, the squirt of the shower gel in your hand palm and the eventual scents of soap and perfume on your naked skin.
Switching off, logging out or locking down is an art many of us neglect. We constantly give in to the demands of others; pushing ourselves a bit kore and more until the point of exhaustion. Our immune systems kicks into gear to say amen to another demand from yourself. We have bowed down to the constant demands of daily traffic congestion, work obligations and social calling way beyond our means.
The sigh at the end of the day is your sign to stop. It is the warning light to make adjustments and start saying no to others and yes to yourself.
It should the sigh of keeping up the good balance.
The yes-it's-time-for-wine-moment! The realization of accomplishments.
Long days, long hours of labour when you feel everything comes to a close. Less demands, less phone calls, less worrying and more self love. It is the sensation of hot water over tour back, the squirt of the shower gel in your hand palm and the eventual scents of soap and perfume on your naked skin.
Switching off, logging out or locking down is an art many of us neglect. We constantly give in to the demands of others; pushing ourselves a bit kore and more until the point of exhaustion. Our immune systems kicks into gear to say amen to another demand from yourself. We have bowed down to the constant demands of daily traffic congestion, work obligations and social calling way beyond our means.
The sigh at the end of the day is your sign to stop. It is the warning light to make adjustments and start saying no to others and yes to yourself.
It should the sigh of keeping up the good balance.
Wednesday, 8 April 2020
...Like red wine
According to a google search, fermentation is a metabolic process in which an organism converts a carbohydrate into alcohol or an acid.
Dealing with the transition of life in your twenties to your thirties, from thirties to your forties and forties to the fifties, requires clever maneuvering simply to get by or plainly to adjust to the demands of keeping it together. The ever present "What society wants", becomes a constant reminder of how to behave according to your age.
When I was recently reminded that I am not fun to be around with anymore, it really struck a chord. I chewed on this bitter thought, spat it out, put it back after three weeks and realized that it tasted differently.
Whether we are at any stage in life, we are still carbohydrates, gracefully processing our experiences into a fine wine. By looking from a distance, we become more of a spectator rather than a spectacle. We participate differently, more slowly, more quietly, but with more dignity and wisdom.
We don't shake a bottle of red wine, but we still shake the Martini. It is the ability to recognize the adventurous distinction between humor and acid.
Dealing with the transition of life in your twenties to your thirties, from thirties to your forties and forties to the fifties, requires clever maneuvering simply to get by or plainly to adjust to the demands of keeping it together. The ever present "What society wants", becomes a constant reminder of how to behave according to your age.
When I was recently reminded that I am not fun to be around with anymore, it really struck a chord. I chewed on this bitter thought, spat it out, put it back after three weeks and realized that it tasted differently.
Whether we are at any stage in life, we are still carbohydrates, gracefully processing our experiences into a fine wine. By looking from a distance, we become more of a spectator rather than a spectacle. We participate differently, more slowly, more quietly, but with more dignity and wisdom.
We don't shake a bottle of red wine, but we still shake the Martini. It is the ability to recognize the adventurous distinction between humor and acid.
Monday, 6 April 2020
An honest affair
It is only after midnight that my conversation with myself can become an honest affair.
The surrounding darkness echoed by an eerie silence so frightening still that I have to question my very existence in a moment of supreme quietness.
The intense affair of self reflection becomes a private conversation of question and answer. No - not really an interrogation but a brutal and honest acceptance of oneself. This acceptance can be either kind or cruel, being the author of your own happiness.
We are measured and weighed according to other people's standards. An often silent, but intolerable cruelty suffered by many but only if we could recognize that our true strength lies in the art of being kind to ourselves . It is about finding the fine balance of truly knowing yourself.
To love yourself, makes loving others easier, with kindness. Love is not selfish, but sharing. Love is not cruel and dictating, but patient.
Life is an honest love affair with oneself.
The surrounding darkness echoed by an eerie silence so frightening still that I have to question my very existence in a moment of supreme quietness.
The intense affair of self reflection becomes a private conversation of question and answer. No - not really an interrogation but a brutal and honest acceptance of oneself. This acceptance can be either kind or cruel, being the author of your own happiness.
We are measured and weighed according to other people's standards. An often silent, but intolerable cruelty suffered by many but only if we could recognize that our true strength lies in the art of being kind to ourselves . It is about finding the fine balance of truly knowing yourself.
To love yourself, makes loving others easier, with kindness. Love is not selfish, but sharing. Love is not cruel and dictating, but patient.
Life is an honest love affair with oneself.
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