Not Doing a Geographical

Resplendence

I have realised that peace cannot be attained by completing the list of never-ending tasks. It is not there at the end of the day. It cannot be found by ‘doing the geographical’. (I love this expression, which implies removing yourself from a place either literally or figuratively.) . So many times I walk away from people, places and feelings, those very times I fight with myself. It becomes a heady ride of emotions. Anger, guilt, resentment compete with each other to get my attention. Peace at such times stands in the corner like an ignored child who has lost all hope of getting the mother’s attention.

Recently, I have been letting the anger, and its friends do all the theatrics for me. I watch as a spectator and clap at their brilliant performances.  If I get totally engrossed I would buy their cause.  However, I simply watch as they perform the parts in this drama of everyday. They recede after sometime behind the curtains. Yes, they can again give another performance, but then I too will just watch. Instead of ignoring I would greet them with respect and let them be. At such times, I have noticed that while I am watching these antics, peace comes over to sit beside and holds my hand.

Being at peace is that small feeling of comfort in the depths of the heart unaffected by the outer chaos. It is like a warm glow of fire, which is so reassuring on a cold night. It blooms like a flower spontaneously with the touch of the rains after a storm. It is not the end of turmoil, but the discovery of order in ‘disorder’.   Peace is that space when colours brighten, and the day swings on the rope of happiness for no reason. Just as a child running in the open your soul feels the gay abandon of peace resonating in your heart as a joyous tune.

 

 

Where was the ‘Green’?

Where was the Green?

 A tree just outside my house was devoid of any leaves for more than two months. It stood stoically watching over, braving the harsh winter winds. There was nothing that spoke about the inherent life force. Other trees nearby had their green coat intact. Somehow, this tree looked odd with pointed brown branches fanning around its trunk aimlessly. There was nothing to hold your gaze except for looking unusual in the midst of green.

Throughout December, January and February, I observed without paying much attention.  I noticed and admired the other trees. However, yesterday morning the moment while walking out of the room to the terrace I stopped in my tracks. Ahead of me was a stunning sight! This tree was covered with delicate green button like leaves overnight. It was as if a master painter had worked all night to give it leaves. The tree looked glorious in the early golden light.

Delicate Green

Where was this ‘green’? My mind asked. However, my heart smiled. The Divine presence in my heart was totally aware. Was the tree conscious of this? Yes, it was and that was the reason it had calmly braved the winter standing naked in the outdoor. The tree spirit believed and trusted the Universe to provide what was needed. It was not affected by lack of attention by the passersby. It never complained and compared with the other trees only because it had absolutely understood that every journey is different. Each phase in life is transient, and patience is the sole key.

When we face challenges, and things are far from our liking why do we feel angry and frustrated? The mind gets busy finding strategies to overcome or override the present situation. Our hearts are blocked with anger, resentment and fear. We easily slip into depression or apathy. Feelings of self-pity overwhelm us as we constantly delve into comparison.

This nondescript tree appears to know and understand more than us. It embraces the process with an open heart and bares its soul to every experience. The tree TRUSTS this progression. It knows that (however, cliché It might sound) everything does happen for a reason, and transpires for the best.

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