musingswhileunlearning

  I have taken a week off from the tarot world and every other world to concentrate on myself, a long-neglected self. No YouTube tracking and no Insta. No games except for a few quizzes on Sporcle, from the desktop and not phone. I actually deleted the crossword game that I was having so much fun with. I had solved 106 plus crossword in two days. Yes, I am a game addict. Deleted. Today is the sixth day and I haven’t had epiphanies of any kind. I have had a haircut though, an at-home spa day, been working on my plants, a bit more physical activity which, I am sure, can do with a lot of improvement and have been incorporating fruit into my diet- as fruit - not pies or dessert. And lots of water. The idea behind this whole exercise was to take a first step towards actually understanding myself from within. And so, most importantly, I have dedicated some time to doing nothing. Letting my thoughts flow while doing nothing. Out of the blue, a question popped up in my head a couple of...

  “The innocence and imagination that appears in the hearts of young children. As the children grow older, they become more mature and gain more responsibilities. They lose their muchness.” I was sent this message by a dear friend and I don’t know who said/wrote this originally but the word has stayed with me since. Do dwell on that for a while. It is so important and just taken as a given. “That’s life” or “This is reality” should not let us accept it but we do, mostly without giving it a second thought. I believe that at the very least, once we are made aware of it, like you are now being made aware and like I was, a week ago, it is imperative that we look into it. It is slow death for creators of any kind and definitely a dementor (Harry Potter is in my blood) that sucks out happiness from everyone. I am facing it big time with most of my fiction work not progressing because it feels too “in the face” or “too straight from the movies” or “that just doesn’t happen in real life”...

Credit: Youtube Recently, a friend shared a post on one of my many whatsapp groups which I happily ignored as I glanced at its length till another friend, whose opinion matters commented on the post. Her comment got me reading the longish text which turned out to be a story- “The Little Boy” by Helen Buckley. A mandatory read for all parents and educators across the globe. Credit:Pinterest.com A little boy goes to school and his teacher announces that the class was going to draw. The boy cannot contain his excitement and begins to draw from a plethora of images that run through his mind when he is stopped by the teacher who says they were going to draw a flower. His enthusiasm doesn’t get dampened, instead, he pulls out his pink, orange and blue crayons and begins his work when the teacher stops him and turns to draw a red flower with a green stem. She now asks the class to draw. The little boy liked his flower more but he keeps that to himself and begins to draw wha...