It has been an unusual year. Uneventful in big ways but overflowing with twists and turns and changes of paths. I have been unable to write much for my time and energy was tied up so tightly that I could not stop to slip in a stray few words much as I wanted to. So, readers, thank you once more for still staying around long enough to read what (I assume) is the last blog for this year. I hope to write more next year.
It has been a year of continuous physical and mental activity as my little son tried to find his footing in the world of schools and 'educators'. My husband inched forward with his work on flu vaccines. My father-in-law braved his first year without his wife (whom he still thinks of as soon as he opens his eyes every morning, as he tells me). Various family members faced challenges of some form. And I found myself in the cross currents of all these events, trying to steer myself in the right direction.
Life is not linear. It has a disconcerting (and exhilarating) Lewis Carroll like like flow- quantum leaps and lights that begin to gleam not at the far end but mid way through tunnels and fog. In this blog, I have decided to do the same- to let my writing leap from place to place, as my mind follows the events of last year. And to write exactly what I wanted to convey (which required a little leap of faith).
For sharing some of these moments with me, I thank my friends, whose words have helped tremendously. Their outlook on life (and the fact that they took the time and effort to convey their thoughts to me) helped me feel braver and happier!
Two authors, whose books changed my life this year- Eckhart Tolle (The Power of Now) and Julia Cameron (The Artist's Way).
My husband, who has hardly been at home this year but when I have had immense need for him, has somehow managed to materialize and stay to help.
An acupuncturist, who sent wisdom and beautiful books to me from London.
A worldly wise rug collector and his bubble blowing, egg smashing, story telling wife who my son is incredibly fond of.
A scientist, co-inhabitor of this planet, whose one line mails are more pertinent and helpful than reams of theory from specialists.
A swimmer friend of my son's who shares a common interest in spiders, a writer in real life.
Another friend (of my mother-in-law's originally) who I have just got to know - a talented writer and photographer.
I dwell for a few moments on this last newly found friend of mine. Particularly relevant in the light of this year's temple fights in Kerala, where masculine forces continue to resist the entry of women between the ages of 10 and 50 to the Sabarimala temple, a discrimination of the most perplexing kind in the name of God.
This photographer, a stranger in Kerala, has gained the confidence and trust of priests in some of the most sacred temples and has been given access to viewing and recording the ancient, still continuing forms of temple rituals and art forms. A completely unexpected thing because she is a stranger to their land, a woman and furthermore - a foreigner (who has crossed the seven (or perhaps fewer) seas and approached them. These reactions and occurrences are glimpses of hope in troubled times. She occasionally sends me pictures of the temple dances that she is photographing - they are so incredibly powerful. I am thankful for this sudden new opening in my life to a world unseen but intensely alive.
Descending a little further to murky realms, perhaps not really discussed in company, but- I do want to talk about it briefly- as it comes up in the ridiculous temple fights and many other forms- the menstrual cycle. Essential, as the world agrees, but let women deal with this embarrassing set of events that seems to unleash the worst in them, and let them stay away from everyone else while doing so (except in progressive countries, where you really have to show them that women can work equivalently and so on.. I do not dwell on that). I just want to mention my own experiences, which have made me wonder about things, as a scientist and a student of yoga (also because very few books deal with the aspects that I have been thinking about).
My most creative phase is always the one before the onset of this cycle. Even if I am unable to write, my mind is filled with ideas and where they come from, I do not know (this happens each time, without exception). I also wonder if men go through a similar cycle- molecules are in some way driving cycles of creativity, perhaps the cycles are not as physically obvious as in women but I feel they must exist.
Following this phase, there is a physical crash of the worst kind, intense pain in the form of a migraine series that necessitates withdrawing from everything except tasks that absolutely cannot be put off. Why? Not everyone goes through these intense reactions, and I should not have to. "Don't bother with them, " says my husband. "Hormones are powerful molecules, they come and they will go." But my intense desire to get rid of the physical pain has led me to focus on the role of the mind and energy flows- subtle causes but certainly drivers of pain (and thus, hopefully, also healing).
I find though that respite, when it comes, is driven not through the mind but beyond it- by the spirit (if one wants to give these things a name). In a state when the mind is switched off, when I go deep into the pain and feel it as energy, without giving it a label. It takes time but I am beginning to realize that pain is not the rock hard surface it appears to be. It does give way and if one manages to evade its grasp and dive further down, one comes to a pool of stillness. What lies in this pool, I have no idea, for I have just about managed to touch the surface. I have come up spluttering and gasping as the mind kicks back into its usual mind-stuff. But pain (and all related painful memories) seem to me to be an active force that is trying to stop me from reaching somewhere that is more natural, more creative and that (I sense but do not know) has within in the potential to change my life.
So, next year's resolution is to try and dive deeper, hold away my thoughts for longer and trust myself to this unknown pool of stillness that lies silently within.
The last phase of the periods is the time of visions (as described by Native Americans, whose descriptions closely match my own experiences). When the body is shutting down and the mind does not want to cope with everyday things, a kind of window opens into the spirit. This results in shifts of perspective, a deeper understanding of oneself and where one is heading. I do not believe one has to go through the rigmarole of hormonally induced changes to experience this, the signals are really quite evident for any person to see- when one feels that intense need for solitude, the need to move away from mind or people-related work to activities like swimming or running or anything where one reconnects to an inner flow, one should try and yield to this yearning. (In modern terminology, the pay offs are tremendous).
As the year ends, I am glad that though I could not move outwardly in any obvious way, I have moved deeper within,and, for me, this is enough. My husband has been moving towards trying to streamline demands on him so perhaps the next year (or the following one!) will give him a little time of his own. My son has taken brave little steps into a changing world and learned to deal with the ups and downs induced by other people, to identify the things he would like to do without giving up on the magic of dreams and laughter, love and innocence and all the good things of childhood.
I wish all my readers a wonderful year ahead and hope they move closer to things that give them peace and satisfaction in their lives!
It has been a year of continuous physical and mental activity as my little son tried to find his footing in the world of schools and 'educators'. My husband inched forward with his work on flu vaccines. My father-in-law braved his first year without his wife (whom he still thinks of as soon as he opens his eyes every morning, as he tells me). Various family members faced challenges of some form. And I found myself in the cross currents of all these events, trying to steer myself in the right direction.
Life is not linear. It has a disconcerting (and exhilarating) Lewis Carroll like like flow- quantum leaps and lights that begin to gleam not at the far end but mid way through tunnels and fog. In this blog, I have decided to do the same- to let my writing leap from place to place, as my mind follows the events of last year. And to write exactly what I wanted to convey (which required a little leap of faith).
For sharing some of these moments with me, I thank my friends, whose words have helped tremendously. Their outlook on life (and the fact that they took the time and effort to convey their thoughts to me) helped me feel braver and happier!
Two authors, whose books changed my life this year- Eckhart Tolle (The Power of Now) and Julia Cameron (The Artist's Way).
My husband, who has hardly been at home this year but when I have had immense need for him, has somehow managed to materialize and stay to help.
An acupuncturist, who sent wisdom and beautiful books to me from London.
A worldly wise rug collector and his bubble blowing, egg smashing, story telling wife who my son is incredibly fond of.
A scientist, co-inhabitor of this planet, whose one line mails are more pertinent and helpful than reams of theory from specialists.
A swimmer friend of my son's who shares a common interest in spiders, a writer in real life.
Another friend (of my mother-in-law's originally) who I have just got to know - a talented writer and photographer.
I dwell for a few moments on this last newly found friend of mine. Particularly relevant in the light of this year's temple fights in Kerala, where masculine forces continue to resist the entry of women between the ages of 10 and 50 to the Sabarimala temple, a discrimination of the most perplexing kind in the name of God.
This photographer, a stranger in Kerala, has gained the confidence and trust of priests in some of the most sacred temples and has been given access to viewing and recording the ancient, still continuing forms of temple rituals and art forms. A completely unexpected thing because she is a stranger to their land, a woman and furthermore - a foreigner (who has crossed the seven (or perhaps fewer) seas and approached them. These reactions and occurrences are glimpses of hope in troubled times. She occasionally sends me pictures of the temple dances that she is photographing - they are so incredibly powerful. I am thankful for this sudden new opening in my life to a world unseen but intensely alive.
Descending a little further to murky realms, perhaps not really discussed in company, but- I do want to talk about it briefly- as it comes up in the ridiculous temple fights and many other forms- the menstrual cycle. Essential, as the world agrees, but let women deal with this embarrassing set of events that seems to unleash the worst in them, and let them stay away from everyone else while doing so (except in progressive countries, where you really have to show them that women can work equivalently and so on.. I do not dwell on that). I just want to mention my own experiences, which have made me wonder about things, as a scientist and a student of yoga (also because very few books deal with the aspects that I have been thinking about).
My most creative phase is always the one before the onset of this cycle. Even if I am unable to write, my mind is filled with ideas and where they come from, I do not know (this happens each time, without exception). I also wonder if men go through a similar cycle- molecules are in some way driving cycles of creativity, perhaps the cycles are not as physically obvious as in women but I feel they must exist.
Following this phase, there is a physical crash of the worst kind, intense pain in the form of a migraine series that necessitates withdrawing from everything except tasks that absolutely cannot be put off. Why? Not everyone goes through these intense reactions, and I should not have to. "Don't bother with them, " says my husband. "Hormones are powerful molecules, they come and they will go." But my intense desire to get rid of the physical pain has led me to focus on the role of the mind and energy flows- subtle causes but certainly drivers of pain (and thus, hopefully, also healing).
I find though that respite, when it comes, is driven not through the mind but beyond it- by the spirit (if one wants to give these things a name). In a state when the mind is switched off, when I go deep into the pain and feel it as energy, without giving it a label. It takes time but I am beginning to realize that pain is not the rock hard surface it appears to be. It does give way and if one manages to evade its grasp and dive further down, one comes to a pool of stillness. What lies in this pool, I have no idea, for I have just about managed to touch the surface. I have come up spluttering and gasping as the mind kicks back into its usual mind-stuff. But pain (and all related painful memories) seem to me to be an active force that is trying to stop me from reaching somewhere that is more natural, more creative and that (I sense but do not know) has within in the potential to change my life.
So, next year's resolution is to try and dive deeper, hold away my thoughts for longer and trust myself to this unknown pool of stillness that lies silently within.
The last phase of the periods is the time of visions (as described by Native Americans, whose descriptions closely match my own experiences). When the body is shutting down and the mind does not want to cope with everyday things, a kind of window opens into the spirit. This results in shifts of perspective, a deeper understanding of oneself and where one is heading. I do not believe one has to go through the rigmarole of hormonally induced changes to experience this, the signals are really quite evident for any person to see- when one feels that intense need for solitude, the need to move away from mind or people-related work to activities like swimming or running or anything where one reconnects to an inner flow, one should try and yield to this yearning. (In modern terminology, the pay offs are tremendous).
As the year ends, I am glad that though I could not move outwardly in any obvious way, I have moved deeper within,and, for me, this is enough. My husband has been moving towards trying to streamline demands on him so perhaps the next year (or the following one!) will give him a little time of his own. My son has taken brave little steps into a changing world and learned to deal with the ups and downs induced by other people, to identify the things he would like to do without giving up on the magic of dreams and laughter, love and innocence and all the good things of childhood.
I wish all my readers a wonderful year ahead and hope they move closer to things that give them peace and satisfaction in their lives!
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