'Let’s remake the world with words.'
Reading corner
Let's remake the world with words
by Gregory Orr
Let’s remake the world with words.
Not frivolously, nor
To hide from what we fear,
But with a purpose.
Let’s,
As Wordsworth said, remove
“The dust of custom” so things
Shine again, each object arrayed
In its robe of original light.
And then we’ll see the world
As if for the first time,
As once we gazed at the beloved
Who was gazing at us.
[Source: https://onbeing.org/poetry/lets-remake-the-world-with-words/]
Healing notes
Some days it's hard to write this bit. I struggle to be positive, to be reflective, to be vulnerable. Most days it does feel like I'm writing my notes into a void though I know many of you read, sometimes silently, sometimes with a gentle response. Maybe it's a comfort to imagine that nothing I say here matters. I struggle mostly because I feel a need to say something new, something different. Something fresh. When what I actually feel is not much hope. It gets tiring to be sick after a point. You stop looking for ways to fix it and start letting the body take onus of the day. Like the past few days, I woke up feeling nauseous. The nausea slowly building up, a mild headache lingering. I accepted it and just did what I could. Drank juice, tea, ate fruits and let the body shut down when it needed to. Such days I imagine I have nothing to offer anyone except the tiny cocoon of me and the cats, who extend care by sleeping near me and watching over me. It's not just the lack of productivity that bothers me but the irregularities in functioning, in working, in earning. It's not easy. I think sometimes I fool myself with how easy it feels; lie about the sort of emotional toll it has taken; cry softly into my pillow. I wish it was easier to show our true selves without people reacting with pity or inspiration. As I was telling a friend, it's hard to see us at our worst cause we aren't visible (too busy taking naps) and at our best we make the illness life look too easy. This dichotomy also makes it hard for us to accept ourselves. The only way I make progress is when I put myself out there and be my imperfect, vulnerable self. A way to be real with myself and others. Sorry for a bit of a sad healing note. But it's been a tough six months. Healing hugs to all.
Food experiments
Mango poha
This was quite literally poha with cut up mangoes.
Rinse the poha in water till it softens. Keep aside. Cut up some raw mangoes and fry them with green chillies and curry leaves. Once the mango becomes a bit soft, add the poha. Add turmeric, salt and a bit of mirchi powder. Finally, let it all mix well. You can of course add peanuts, which I never seem to have at home.
Enjoy :)
Dear you,
Another month has gone by. Feel like this year is rushing by. I hope you are enjoying it
and relaxing into it. <3
Love, kindness and warmth,
Nidsitis
'I’ve been circling for thousands of years and I still don’t know: Am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?' - Rainer Maria Rilke