A little video about the festival of Vishu, what culture means to me, and how traditions have taken birth, shone for a bit, then faded away.
Author: Lakshmi (page 15 of 275)
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Here I am talking about “Morning Pages,” an exercise created by writing coach Julia Cameron for artists, writers, and anyone who struggled to express themselves creatively. I have a slightly different angle to the exercise. I view it as a meditation on paper, a tool that helps clear away lingering thoughts and emotions, “cleans our mental/emotional landscape,” so to speak… So that we can begin the day clear, creative, and free.
I have been doing Morning Pages for a couple of years now.
When I taught meditation, one of things I reminded participants was “anyone can meditate.” Similarly, I feel that anyone can do Morning Pages.
In these times of stress and uncertainty, Morning Pages is a beautiful exercise of space, solitude, letting go and breathing out.
Paper is light and heavy.
As it flutters at a mere glance, yet weighed down by the HEAVY thoughts that are borne aloft Morning Pages each day,
It shreds in seconds, no heft or substance to it.
But it holds volumes of thought, fresh off the bed, sleepy-eyed and all in a mess or tangle,
Struggling to make sense, and the effort is a bit much.
So I let it all out on the light paper, transparent and flimsy,
No pretense or excuse of any kind.
Endlessly unraveling the morning memories and sighs and imaginings,
Holding them all in, letting them all out.
Only the shredder knows the truth.
The approach to you is rather tanglesome —
A thin cotton quilt, two thick, woolen blankets, a plump comforter, you.
It’s all layered nice and neat as the lights go out
And thereafter a little unrest ensues.
As the layers meld, then separate, splitting apart
Splitting us apart.
I reach out through the gaps, clasping and grasping at your bony elbow
You are better at this — because your arm makes it through.
It is far warmer nestling in the crook of an elbow.