Given the restrictions, coming up with new blog fodder is getting more and more challenging. The stimulus is low! However, I've had the inspiration to revisit posts from my first year in blogging, which was mainly from my time at Sandeepany (ashram). I will not bombard with endless numbers of these but interspersed with my regular features and any spontaneous contemporary offerings, I hope that you will enjoy these 'return again' posts. I may also choose to provide 'addendums' ... or images... or just leave you guessing!
Here is the first in this miniseries; taken from April 16th, 2013.
Yes, I did say that change is inevitable.
Here is the first in this miniseries; taken from April 16th, 2013.
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Yes, I did say that change is inevitable.
But acceptance can be a tad delayed. This week the 15ft fence that divides the ashram from the opposite world of the grand hotel complex on the lake-side has been denuded.
Why does this matter?
It was my wonder-world. All that morning glory creeper held a multitude of creature tales. Butterflies, bees, wasps, snakes, geckos, chameleons, birds of many a varied feather and song, squirrels, monkeys… such has been the traffic I have watched this past 19 months.
Gone.
I know as a gardener that these vines need to be lopped for refreshment, but still. It came as a shock. The creatures will find another leafy bower in which to play. However, this creature now has to deal with nudity. Bareness and space where once there was screening. Turns out the lead road to the buildings of the hotel looks directly into my window. Even though I am one floor up, the angle of the hill is such that peeping can take place. Indeed it already has.
No longer will I feel comfy just standing by the sill, cuppa in hand, pondering the deep and meaningfuls whilst observing the passage of life for those to whom d&m means not a jot, yet still they chirp and slither.
Instead, I can find myself coming eye-to-eye with a young executive who is clearly suffering the consequences of the night before. Or a gardener who had previously been able to go about his work unobserved and is now facing the same dilemma as me. Or the young lady who definitely has other business in mind than matters spiritual.
This is a world from which I have withdrawn if indeed I was ever part of it. Where delusion and masking are considered a social currency. Fine. It exists. Out there. Now it is impinging on my in here.
A different set of creature tales awaits it seems.
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What I didn't provide at that time were images. Allow me to do that now...
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YAM this is new to me so I look forward to more from your early blogging days.
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Cecilia
We enjoyed your post. It is new to us. Change is inevitable - we long for some sort of change right now:)
ReplyDeleteI wonder how far on the little mousie moved.
ReplyDeletesome changes are hard... and at least we have our memories and can remember like it was once...
ReplyDeletethis is a heartbreaking tale of woe... from the beautiful and wild life to the ugly of hotel life... you told it well and so glad you added the visuals... life keeps changing and since you wrote this the real ugly is at our doors.. I like archive diving because I did not know you back then. I have many posts from the past that only a few have seen
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DeleteYes, I have about four readers from the early days, the rest of you are all gathered since then. New to you all - and forgotten by me so nice to mine the history! Yxx
How sad that 'wall' came down. I liked the way you described that 'shield', what it meant to you and to the other living beings. Nothing remains forever, no?
ReplyDeleteI can completely relate to your feelings. Beautifully written, Yamini.
ReplyDeleteHari Om.
Changes ~ are not always easy ~ Beautiful photography ~ though ~
ReplyDeleteBe Well,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.”
ReplyDeleteSweet William The Scot
I do well to get my clothing changed every day. Ha! namaste, janice xx
ReplyDelete"Delusion and masking are considered a social currency." so well put.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy you decided to use some of these old posts Yamini. They give me a glimpse of your world then and the magical way you describe the material world around you.
Your English teacher was spot on when he said you should be a writer. You are. And a great one at that.
Well, reading the first installment and just as I knew I would...I really enjoyed it. WE had an end on our porch that was really hidden by bushes...we had to cut one down and I felt naked for a while when I sat out there! Funny how we depend on stuff like that. And for a while, it was just a deck and no roof or anything. I could not set out there till we put a big awning over it. I felt so exposed.
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