It seems there is nothing dull about India, including the colors of its earth, which is a redish deep brick-like color. The layers of beauty come from its simplicity. India is an abstract painting full of Ganeshas, OM’s and colorful arrays of recycled papered stands. Even the Pooja flowers strung everyday for the Gods are a gorgeous mix of Orange, Reds, Yellow and White. The sunsets and sunrises are a magnificent hue of pinks and orange, they definitely inspire. With so much visual stimulation, it is no wonder India has produced so many gurus and drawn so many spiritual seekers here. This is the visual mecca of the world!
And then there are the Saris, the palettes of bright Fuschias, deep blues and yellows are astounding. The women who wear these Saris are just as beautiful. These women wear their bindis full of pride and hold themselves so ever gracefully while walking in their saris. It is a sight to be seen (an art form all together). India is a moving painting, a feast for the eyes, which is inspiring me everyday.
Although I do not get to go off the grounds of Shanti Bhavan that often, even in the middle of these tropical farmlands, I am moved visually. The deep rocks I climb to meditate in the evening where I often get to catch the sunsets and picturesque grounds that surround Shanti Bhavan bring me my daily Zen. The moon and the stars shine brightly here in this haven of peace, where the kids dream soundly at night. I often wonder how much they miss their families and how many tears are shed silently at night, but I trust that their must be peace and laughter shared in their dreams too.
These children are teaching me every day, they help me remember what is truly important in life. For example, in a days work, which starts at 6 am for me and often ends at 9pm, a lifetime of work is done. The mother in me is definitely coming out! I kiss boo boos, I wipe tears, do conflict-resolution when kids are bullied and even manage to build group morale and self-esteem in Math class. As a therapist, I don’t think I know any other way than to approach my volunteerism from a therapeutic lens. I hope I can model for these children that despite where they come from and what they have learned from their families and their peers, that they too can be peace keepers and can stand up for what is right. They can teach love and tolerance by the way they live their life. The array of colors and textures, even in the personalities of these children, has brought me to life again.
India and Shanti Bhavan, mix beautifully for me. I have been craving this painting, and I am learning to embrace it even with its complexities that seem full of potential. I will mix these colors with pain, love, struggle and a lot of patience, to create my own masterpiece of life…
And then there are the Saris, the palettes of bright Fuschias, deep blues and yellows are astounding. The women who wear these Saris are just as beautiful. These women wear their bindis full of pride and hold themselves so ever gracefully while walking in their saris. It is a sight to be seen (an art form all together). India is a moving painting, a feast for the eyes, which is inspiring me everyday.
Although I do not get to go off the grounds of Shanti Bhavan that often, even in the middle of these tropical farmlands, I am moved visually. The deep rocks I climb to meditate in the evening where I often get to catch the sunsets and picturesque grounds that surround Shanti Bhavan bring me my daily Zen. The moon and the stars shine brightly here in this haven of peace, where the kids dream soundly at night. I often wonder how much they miss their families and how many tears are shed silently at night, but I trust that their must be peace and laughter shared in their dreams too.
These children are teaching me every day, they help me remember what is truly important in life. For example, in a days work, which starts at 6 am for me and often ends at 9pm, a lifetime of work is done. The mother in me is definitely coming out! I kiss boo boos, I wipe tears, do conflict-resolution when kids are bullied and even manage to build group morale and self-esteem in Math class. As a therapist, I don’t think I know any other way than to approach my volunteerism from a therapeutic lens. I hope I can model for these children that despite where they come from and what they have learned from their families and their peers, that they too can be peace keepers and can stand up for what is right. They can teach love and tolerance by the way they live their life. The array of colors and textures, even in the personalities of these children, has brought me to life again.
India and Shanti Bhavan, mix beautifully for me. I have been craving this painting, and I am learning to embrace it even with its complexities that seem full of potential. I will mix these colors with pain, love, struggle and a lot of patience, to create my own masterpiece of life…
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