Hello lovely readers,
I hope you've been well.
It's 5:24 am. While waiting for the sky to lighten so I may go on my walk, I turn my laptop on. Two things happen simultaneously. A bird calls and my search bar states it's World Kindness Day.
What better day to break my long spell of absence, to mark my presence here in this sacred space than today? So here I am. Waving a howdy from spring-like Doha. There is, as always, a lot to share. Some ponderings, and a few celebrations. Grab a chai and a chair. Cosy? Let's go.
Recently, I came across a post by one of my favourite authors, Katrina Kenison and I had to share her beautiful words with friends and family. In her post, she talks about a line of poetry that became her solace. I googled the poem, read it. Loved it. It's Barbara Ras' You Can't Have It All
It's the poem's 'but you can have...' thread that resonated with me.
Just before I came upon the above post and poem, I was staring at another rejection mail (which read more like an acceptance-so gently was it worded). So that when I landed on the line--but you can have, something made me stop and look out the window. What followed was expected. I went outside, stretched my arms, straightened my back and took a deep, deep breath in. Feet firmly planted on the threshold, I sensed a shift. A realisation. I can choose what I gaze upon- not in a bury-my-head-in-the-sand or head-in-the-clouds kind of way but rooted-in-reality, aware and grateful for the blessing of an ordinary day.
I unfurl to all that I can have--
Autumn is in full bloom. The roses I planted last year have survived the long, scorching summer. Unusually this year, I am yet to visit the plant nurseries to restock on soil and saplings. So imagine my delight when, I spot not one, but two pink blooms, fragrant and ready to welcome November.
The more closely I look, the more joy unfolds. My fingertips reacquaint themselves with sprightly blooms of purple basil, the shy sprigs of holy basil, pluck some lemon grass, lime leaves and one or two jasmine flowers. A yellowing lime. There's usually a fistful to be picked. A gentle breeze. The chime dings. A black cat, who's claimed ownership of our large jade pot, poses in repose, Cleopatra-isq, and waits to be clicked. An orchestra of bird-friends bursts forth--the bulbuls and the sparrows, the grey doves and the mynahs and even an occasional hoopoe bird frolic on neem, peepul and pink oleander. There are reminders of blunders I have made- the over pruned jasmine, thanks to a YouTube video which promised a miraculous recovery if I followed instructions. A few fresh greens are sprouting on its erstwhile yellowed branches. I am both hopeful and not too sure if our jasmine will joust back.
Rejuvenated, I return to my desk.
This ekphrastic piece was published in the bilingual magazine, Setu in September. It's titled, This photograph is wrongly captioned
I'm thrilled to share that my poem, Silence will appear in the Yearbook of Indian Poetry (in English) 2024.
There's another acceptance that has come through. I'll wait for the publication next year before I share more.
So, despite the rejections, I can have a reader, such as you, who'll rejoice with me in my happiness and spend time with my words and wonderings. Thank you dear reader for your kindness. I hope you'll find something that brings your joy or resonates with you in this post.
I'd love to know what your list of 'all that you can have' looks like.
Wishing you a fragrant day.
Remember, kindness is always possible :)



Hari OM
ReplyDeleteSuch joy to read your words, dear Arti! Kindness costs nothing. It has no weight to bear us down. In fact, can lift us. It is important to be kind to ourselves, as well - like taking the time to notice the sky, the petals, the dewdrops, the intake of breath. The moment - that is all we have, or need. If in any given moment we can send out ripples of kindness, the way a stone entering water does, then all the better. Blessings and Love, YAM xx
Aaah! Awash with the dewdrops of your words, my morning glistens with hope. Thank you dear Yamini. Much love and big hugs. 🥰
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ReplyDeleteYour garden description is making me fly to you to see it in person. So true we have to be kind to ourselves and be thankful for all the blessings!
ReplyDeleteLove you sis.
DeleteSo happy for you❤️I can see your garden. It’s beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteAlways,always a pleasure to read your well-threaded words Arti !
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on all your acceptances ! As for the rejections- the loss is clearly theirs !
Kindness in all its varied forms is all around us but it’s clearly upto us to notice it and wholeheartedly appreciate it .
I love the wonderful world you’ve chosen to reside in Arti - a labour of your love.
Cheers for having allowed me to start off my weekend on such a lovely note ! May you thrive 😍
Thank you lovely reader. I'm sorry I'm unable to address you by name as the comment appears from 'anonymous' but I know, from your words, we share deep affection.
DeleteSorry, didn’t realise I was coming across as anonymous- this is Sharmila (Dhar)
DeleteSuch immense pleasure to your posts after a yawning gap. Thank you for reminding us to find kindness in our surroundings!
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by and for reading :)
DeleteCongratulations on all that you (can) have. Beautiful post, Arti and such an important reminder.
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