joy

I have aged sixty years.

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I have aged sixty years.

And become the notebook lady.

The orange moleskin is the Core notebook that goes everywhere with me. Its orange strings mark the current pages. Our most recent meetings were numbered 112/146 (Wed/Sat). In all, we’ve met 258 times. Can you believe it?

The bright yellow A4 Ryman ruled book is for Morning pages. Recently I found a receipt in German for 2 coffees and croissants from Frankfurt airport from mid-July this year.

The pliable green Matthew Williamson one with peacock feathers printed on it houses my poetry collection. It has no strings, but a dried maple leaf lives in there, being Autumn, absorbing poems.

The hard-bound thick one with zig-zag pastel shapes on it contains my Solution-focussed Brief therapy notes. I bought it from a Tibetan monk at Namdroling Tibetan monastery near us. A postcard with the picture of a smiling Dalai Lama reminds me to smile and stay warm-hearted. His Holiness addressed the youth recently and said that being warm-hearted is as important as education, if not more.

The green and blue one notes the developments on our farm. It begins with tree-planting plans and recently I have started jotting down some ideas for the interiors of our house at the back of the book. A thin plastic ruler marks the page presently relevant.

The old brown one assembles notes on writing in the first half and old song lyrics at the back. This morning I found a white, brown and blue feather tucked into it. It comes from a previous life in which I once went for a walk in Dulwich park with my son. A feather sparkled at us both, lying on the edge of the lake. One of the ducks must’ve dropped it. I must’ve picked it up and brought it home.

That was a good life. He was there.

This is a good life. He is here.

I have aged sixty years.

My notebooks are my joy and my treasure. Even though they make my suitcase very heavy, they go travelling with me.. I am learning to enjoy what I enjoy and share what I learn.

Enjoy what you enjoy and share what you learn.

Equal night.

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Vernal means relating to occurring in the spring. Fresh or new or youthful.

Yesterday the light and dark equalized for the first time this year. Today has pulled a little more light over to its side than Yesterday. The Earth’s axis tilting as far as it could and the Sun shifting to meet with it, like lovers under a warm blanket on a cool night. The soil awakening, the snow melting, the birds singing a little bit earlier in the morning, as if on cue. The leaning and longing of the oncoming Summer taking root here, now. The round shutters of our pupils readjusting, recalibrating. The underground murmurings of tulip and daffodil bulbs, the fluorescent greening of the tips of the trees looking forward, looking upward, rising in love.

The end of one thing, the inception of another. The old continuing as new. The same Earth, the same Sun, now in a lighter role, in a brighter mood, curating space for a distinguished guest to sneak in. A shy new bud on a rose bush, a fresh tender heart-shaped leaf still half-folded on the Anthurium, a long-tailed black bird strolling on the curved spine of a green coconut frond, young green mangos picking up the redness of the Sun.

It slinks in as a cup of fresh mint tea, a phone call from a long-lost friend, an old photograph of my grand-mother. Sometimes as a spell of utter silence. Sometimes as the whisper of my breath. Joy chooses me and shows up in unexpected places, patiently waiting to be recognized. Acknowledged. Embraced.

Receiving time.

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I am not busy. I am relaxed. I am working but I am also receiving Time.

Feels like a renewed relationship with Time.

After decades of chasing it, I am ready to stop and enjoy it in all its fullness.

Yes. The present Time is uncertain. Even ‘interesting’.  But it is ours. Yours and mine.

To live in, live through and live to tell the tale. Live well.

Create and claim small, simple joys.

Here are some things I tried-

Candle light in every room.

Bask in the glow. Notice how you slow.

Be a hopeless romantic and

Dig out some books of poetry, old and new.

Maybe create a card or two

For someone who loves you

with silk ribbons, floral fabric and sticking glue?

Write a long love-letter to you

From your higher self, not as a ‘parent voice’,

But as a compassionate friend.

Make cinnamon, raisins and apple stew,

Have it with great dollops of double cream.

One … or two.

Find a picture of yourself when you were 5.

Look at it. That’s the real you.

Find a perfect frame for it and

Share it with those who want to know you.

Last 12 days have been a break-through.

Si and I have finally started to enjoy Scrabble,

After 10 years. And 2.

Now, we are a proper couple. Woohoooo!

Treat yourself to flowers.

Repot some plants.

Tend and nurture them

And your soul. Pay attention to sunsets.

Watch ‘Out of Africa’ again.

Or ‘Modern Love’ on Amazon.

Listen to Dido or Norah Jones. Breathe

Create a sacred space.

Yes. It may sometimes feel like the world is falling apart

But keep yourself together. Informed, connected and centered.

Enjoy your time. And your company.

Silk resembles love.

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Rose petals

Couple of years before he died, Saagar thought I needed to see a therapist. He didn’t explain why. At the time I couldn’t figure out what he meant. I guess he could see that I did not know how to access the sweetness of life. I allowed preoccupations of work and practicalities of life to fill my time, leaving little room for love.

Painfully delicate and surprisingly strong, silk resembles love. The silkworms destroy the silk they produce as they emerge from their cocoons. That is why farmers have to make a choice between silk and silkworms. Often they kill the silkworm while it is inside the cocoon so as to pull the silk out intact. It takes the lives of hundreds of silkworms to make as scarf. But for the silk to survive, the silkworm has to die.*

At a small and sweet ceremony, in the middle of nowhere, in the presence of twenty people, holding the holy fire as witness, Si and I tied the knot yesterday. It was a joyous day, a celebration of love.

On the previous night the moon was full. Saagar was with us.

“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.” – Rumi

*Ref: ‘Forty rules of love’ by Elif Shafak.