Forests

To hear the leaves thudding down on the forest floor,

And seeing them pushed up on resilient support,

To see the freshest nascent greens and purples,

And the old peeling browns.

To hear the symphony of birds,

The rustling and wheezing of the breeze,

To see stillness,

To be in it,

To be it,

To hear drops plopping onto the ground,

To feel the snow melt and drip down,

To welcome the shade of a canopy,

And to the magic and marvel of massive trees.

Beautiful, majestic and puzzling superorganisms,

To hear them creaking as they gently dance,

To see them bare – a bare tree, bare forest, and soon, later, a thick canopy, a majestic green crown blooming.

To see seasons change.

To breathe the air,

To feel the humidity,

To feel the humus on the wooden floor,

To see light dancing through,

To be scared,

And reinvigorated.

To move through the woods and forests,

And to be moved by them.

To bathe in the forest,

And its memory.

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Reading the fantastic, insightful book “The hidden life of trees” by Peter Wohlleben and am transferred into the magical places that forests are.

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Ready?

To Restore balance,

Reduce, reuse, recycle,

Respond and rethink, responsibly,

Return to greener habits,

Reforest yourself and your neighbourhood,

Revisit simplicity,

Reimagine your habits, readjust them,

Read, research, reflect, review with friends,

Remember your role in the web of Life,

Rectify habits where they need to be, refine them,

React positively and constructively, re-energise, reach out,

Reach out renewably to repair our broken ways,

Reply to the inner calling of Nature,

Refuse to let things stay the way they are if they’re unhealthy,

Join the revolution which wants a healthier planet,

Rebuild a better planet,

Refit yourself so that you fit too,

Reality is here and now,

Realise this,

Reason with the unreasonable as far as possible,

then, resume your journey,

Recover from your weaknesses

Rediscover your intentions

Remove yourself from toxic, polluted environments,

Replace toxicity with Life,

Rejoice in the tiny changes that you make

For you are rekindling something huge,

Repent not, restart at the earliest,

Refresh, rejuvenate in this abundant beauty, and

Reignite yourself in Nature’s wisdom,

Reciprocate the Love you’re getting from her, and reconnect.

Retain this.

Ready?

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A short reminder, to us all.

Painting courtesy: Priyasha Sharma (thesummerblossoms on Facebook)

Old man and the sea, and ..me.

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Old Man Ocean, how do you pound

Smooth glass, rough stones round?

Time and the tide and the wild waves rolling

Night and the wind and the long grey dawn.

Old Man Ocean, what do you tell,

What do you sing in the empty shell?

Fog and the storm and the long bell tolling,

Bones in the deep and the brave men gone.

– Russell Hoban

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This time, that year:

Wave after wave, questions after questions, answers to questions, answers in questions, questions in answer, wave after wave.

This time, this year, this place:

There has been a lot of time and mindspace to observe this churning,
This dark gray-mattered sea which stretches far and deep inside me.

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The potter’s wheel..

Ever since we joined in our new roles as teachers last month, I’ve been getting a bit more time to read and ponder about the utterly magnificent dohas of Kabir. It helps to have a colleague who has been listening, reading and pondering on these beautiful and deep lines written hundreds of years ago, and recently I came across these two lines, which have made an imprint on my muddy mind’s surface. 

What these lines say, translated as best as I can, is: 

The clay tells the sculptor “what! You will beat and pat and trample me? There will be a time when I will do the same to you”.

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