Amma’s giving away and minimalism

It is a big joke back home that if you leave anything around for longer than an hour, my mom would either have cleaned and spruced it up or just given it off or sometimes discarded it.

Often have me and my daughter left a few pieces of clothing at her home, thinking it would be useful in the next summer visit or something and find to our shock that it is not there. Ask my mother and she would shrug her shoulders and say, ‘that lady you know has a kid of your age, so I gave it to her’. Good, I manage to muster while my daughter fumes in silence.

But her ability to get rid of unwanted items from home, makes our living space lighter and breezier as if the air can enter into small nooks and spaces and breathe.

Sometime in 2020 when I moved into my fifth room in a period of 10 years, I had managed to achieve some of that. What helped was my ex-husband’s thoughtfulness in visiting and carrying off all his hoarded stuff including his car. When we moved into our new home, we were surprised to feel it so much more lighter, happier and breezier that we decided to play some music and dance round to fill up the spaces.

So, except for my wardrobe which is somewhat bulging and the book shelf, there is really nothing much around in the house. it looks bare and is bare except for a few pieces of furniture, which I have a good mind to get rid off soon.

Saturdays are generally said to be a good day to move out unessential items, but freeing the mind space of unwanted thought loops was another simple, yet extremely useful technique I picked up from Being Supernatural, by Dr. Joe Dispenza that has lightened my living and my being.

We often hear of the need to ‘watch our thoughts’, yes, but how, was a question that I asked and found an answer to recently. So, here it is:

*Write down your thoughts over a day’s time

*Read them out to yourself

*Find out how far in the past these thoughts are rooted in

*Ask what have they done to you

*Ask are they of any value

*Ask is there something you want to do with any of those

*If the answer is no, call them out

*Next time the thought enters your mind, ‘oh poor me, ‘it’s always me’, ‘why’?

*Be rational and ask the thought to be changed.

*Primarily ask yourself, is this relevant now?, is that really the truth or are you just being dramatic?, I mean, you are still alive and breathing….

*Will you be lighter if you instead listen to a song?, yes of course, then go on and do just that. The thought has already disappeared and you are happier, lighter and breezier….

Of writing

I hear a thought

I see a few lines forming

as if writing in the air

my heart is entranced

in the magic of the words

I have to sit down

I just have no other go

the words flow

the lines flow

guiding me from

within and without

forming themselves

on to a blank page

filling it with what is beyond me

like one entrusted with a secret

to be spilled out in parts

I am moved to the call of the word

She rules, I obey

that which writes itself is then writing.

Sky in Me

I ask the sky to sit

lean on my shoulder

and allow me to do the same

I ask him to shine a few stars for me

‘no one has done that for me ever’

He turns to me quizzically nodding his head

I ask him to bring a rainbow now and make me bright

He is quiet listening to my pleadings

Looking ahead his wide deep forehead furrowed

His nostrils wrinkled as if he is about to sneeze

He lifts his hand to touch my chin

He picks a Sun drop and lets it sit on my palm

He fluffs a cloud and makes it dance for me

He lets me lean to listen to the song of his soul

Deep deep murmurings of every life form

Mixed in equal portions of love, pain and ecstasy

He allows me a glance into his heart

I see the life forms in a surreal dance of joy

Myriad colours rushing to fit into life forms

the birds, the flowers, the monkeys and the man

He lets me read his lips

I hear his words of deep love that charge the life forms

who turn to his voice, raise their heads and listen intently

He allows me to look deep into his eyes

And I see love, deep deep respect for life forms

I see a glimpse of me and am beyond thrilled

He fits his formlessness into my soul

‘now I am here’, he says, ‘for ever’

And I am smiling again.

Ps: Sky in me