Swarnali, your writing is so evocative and beautiful. I see and feel everything unfolding here; I feel your pain and your observant eye. Regarding Diwali- this is how I feel about the holiday season in the U.S. No amount of lights and music can penetrate the sadness I feel about those I’ve lost in my life, both living and dead. Sending you much love.
I feel so much reading your writing, and being there in thought right alongside you. I spent time at Emily Dickinson's grave this summer and wandered the cemetery with similar thoughts, trying to make sense of it all--and none of it would really. But still, daisies were her flower, and reading your words reminded me of those two things and feeling like maybe that is the sense to make of it--that we are all connected across oceans of distance, as much the living as the dead. 💜
Reading this feels like floating on an ocean surf, feeling the turbulence and the gentle tide equally. That analogy about ants, obstructions, and world events … 🧡
Nice to read about The Niligiris and Ooty. My wife house is in Coonoor and I’ll be there in December for couple of days to check on a house we are renovating. Thanks for sharing.
Dear One, I was so moved my your writing and the beauty and rigour I always find there. HHHHmmmmm. The dance of gratitude and compassion are wonderfully alive in your words and are a guide to us all to pay attention and feel into the flow of life, Thank you once again.
Swarnali, your writing is so evocative and beautiful. I see and feel everything unfolding here; I feel your pain and your observant eye. Regarding Diwali- this is how I feel about the holiday season in the U.S. No amount of lights and music can penetrate the sadness I feel about those I’ve lost in my life, both living and dead. Sending you much love.
I feel so much reading your writing, and being there in thought right alongside you. I spent time at Emily Dickinson's grave this summer and wandered the cemetery with similar thoughts, trying to make sense of it all--and none of it would really. But still, daisies were her flower, and reading your words reminded me of those two things and feeling like maybe that is the sense to make of it--that we are all connected across oceans of distance, as much the living as the dead. 💜
Thank you. Thank you. So beautiful, so moving.
I just read this for the third time, and not the last.
Thank you for gathering and sharing these scraps of consciousness with us. It's a privilege to be part of your colony.
Reading this feels like floating on an ocean surf, feeling the turbulence and the gentle tide equally. That analogy about ants, obstructions, and world events … 🧡
Tender and beautiful. Thank you.
Nice to read about The Niligiris and Ooty. My wife house is in Coonoor and I’ll be there in December for couple of days to check on a house we are renovating. Thanks for sharing.
Dear One, I was so moved my your writing and the beauty and rigour I always find there. HHHHmmmmm. The dance of gratitude and compassion are wonderfully alive in your words and are a guide to us all to pay attention and feel into the flow of life, Thank you once again.
Grateful for these words