Written as a part of the writers’ circle, meeting 4;inspired by the prompt:"now the horizon is clear, fire has swept it all away, one small bird, comes home." from the book Wild Mercy i think in maps.like scalable representations of the many dimensionsin which the world makes no sense to me.correction (active voice for my english… Continue reading thinking in maps of horizons.
Written as a part of the writers' circle, meeting 2; inspired by the prompt: "what is this playing that you do while you hide your intelligent self" from a Rumi poem | 19 April, 2021 i am still only learning to play. make believe. ghar ghar. war war. office office. future future.the future that i… Continue reading state of play
inspired by the following piece from my history: the other day, a friend asked me about this artist.who's that, i asked her, confused about why she thought i'd know him.he inspired you, J, she hollered in disbelief, and after you introduced me to him, I did too.i'd made this "remix" inspired by him.i don't remember… Continue reading remembering consciousness
been sitting with a lot of grief lately.not as much my own, but just grief in general.reading eulogy after obituary after dedicationimagining the conversations that remain incomplete in our world todaysomehow made simultaneously more trivial and more significantby the abandon of meaning in our worlds today. on some days, desperate for a sliver of sensefulness,i… Continue reading grieving meaning
she says i've become bitter.and almost like a flight fright freeze response(as a womanfight usually is rage swallowed in rossogullachurned out of my sweatglands like some weird pheromonethat seems to keep them at bay). bitter, she chastises andits like i can taste the bittergourd seeds at the back of my mouthwhere my tongue meets the… Continue reading synaesthesia.
I have been thinking a lot about trust this week. I am thinking about the group of people who bared some of their rawest parts of their hearts in an exercise we did about values and our thresholds of tolerance for being challenged. About the peers who are processing some major life events as they… Continue reading Maybe what we need is more “active” vulnerability
2018 has been quite an year, with a lot of perspective shifts. Not immune to the spirit of reflection that comes from the year ending and my birthday being close together, I decided to do the exercise I end all my facilitation sessions with: listing all the "aha" moments from 2018, and some of the biggest… Continue reading 2018: The “Aha”s
(Or rather, a guide on how not to not be vulnerable) Context: In 2015, I spoke to strangers about love, during which, vulnerability emerged as one of the most common things everyone spoke about. "For me, love is when I can be vulnerable with someone" - most people had a variation of this statement. I… Continue reading A starter guide to being vulnerable
Lessons I learnt about vulnerability from consciously choosing to be as vulnerable as I could for some time. With a little activity in the end if you feel like experimenting. Late 2015. I had spent a few months now speaking to people about love. The word "vulnerability", not surprisingly, had shown up often in my… Continue reading What I learnt about vulnerability experimenting with it: Part 2
This past year, I have been growing into my feminism, and being comfortable as it grows to become a much more prominent part of me. This past year, I am re-discovering what being feminine means to me. It isn't the yin to your yang, and it certainly isn't the dainty and delicate version of soft.… Continue reading Finding my feminine in my feminism.