On Being

I’m so close, I may look distant.

So completely mixed with you, I may look separate.

So out in the open, I appear hidden.

So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.

~ Rumi

note: Fresh poem coming out in September.

Light Shining From Within…

…reveals the world in a new light.

“It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness.” ~ Eleanor Roosevelt

It is that time of the year, autumn, when I’m tempted to curse the dark. I’ve written previously about how dark autumn feels like in this part of the world. For a long time I carried a grudge against the season, for the uncharitable welcome, until I made reading a priority. I’m talking here about books that inform, entertain and inspire as I take full advantage of the dark.

So, with days growing darker as the season progresses, words and more words help illuminate light from within. And that’s a cause for celebration! What books keep you company, when you need one?

Note: The post is in response to Sanaa at Prompt Nights, “Darkness exists so that we may see the Light shine”, and Josh Fisher’s 3-Day Quote Challenge, thanks Josh for inviting me to participate.

Things I Imagined

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.” ~ John Keats

Growing up in the countryside rewarded with plenty of time to observe things. We didn’t have TV at home during my early childhood. So reading, oral storytelling and playing outdoors were forms of entertainment. It was after those outdoor activities, I penned down my observations. For example, I would fill a book page with “a bee flies from flower to flower to flower to flower…” You get the picture.

Then what happened?” asked my mom one day, when she saw the notebook.

I don’t know.”

As you can see, my imagination was nonexistent or not yet discovered. I had no ability to invent stories but rather presented things as they were.

But I was also a daydreamer. I mean here, the kind of fancy that yields no result. And my yearning? A taste of bubblegum flavoured ice cream. I missed the city.

So, am I a realist or a daydreamer? Do I have to choose?

In any case, books such as A Christmas Carol, The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus and many more classics played a huge role in discovering and stretching my imagination.

And now that I live not far from Santa, I’ve not only seen reindeers but I eat their meat too, I’m submerged in snow for months (things I read about and imagined as a child), I acknowledge the power of imagination.

Therefore, Keat’s quote above rings true. It even urged me to invent my own, ever since I swapped stilettos for hiking boots. But that’s a post for another day.

The Fells of Lapland

This post was inspired by a fellow blogger, Charles French. Please checkout his blog if you haven’t, and be stimulated by his exploration of writing and reading.