Shoe Fetish

Cinderella Cinderella

She has no time to ponder, She has no time to sit

How would she know, what’s her fit ?

Until one evening, touched by the magical wand of possibilities

She realized there is life beyond her adversities.

 

Oh, then there is another lady from my slumber book

She was just obsessed with herself, that made her a crook.

She is lady Cruela Di Vil

Seeking perfection, she is ready to kill.

 

I dwindle between the ideas of – always putting oneself in other’s shoes Vs the other extreme of having a “shoe fetish”.

When I get into other’s shoes, I  hardly care about my fit. My fit, to a large extent becomes insignificant to me. There is even a possibility that in due course  of time, my own shoe might bite me back because I ignored it for a long time.

The other extreme is having a shoe fetish that takes me anywhere and everywhere in search of “my perfect fit”. My shoe fetish keeps me in the blind spot, and I overlook the bare foot folks right next to me.

Follow any extremes, or be somewhere in between – It’s a choice. But make sure the choice isn’t forced upon, or the joy it brings is not shallow.

The Pajama Fit

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I see my pretty little red dress hanging in my wardrobe, reminding me of the few  (and far in-between) “wow” moments.  It has not been picked up for a while now- not because there wasn’t an occasion to wear it, but because it’s a high demand relationship with my little red dress. I need to be  in my “best shape”, else we do not go well together. This high maintenance relationship demands me to “handle it with care” and “dry clean” only. I  also need to make sure to wear the right co-ordinates that goes well with it – the right shoes and the right accessories.  As I flaunt it, I consciously or  subconsciously stay away from any “spillage causing agents”, and that sometimes includes my own kids.

When I get back home, the first thing I would want to do is to get out of this “high maintenance relationship” with my awesome pretty little red dress . I am eager to be back in my pajama, stretch out, take a deep breath and just be me.

Aren’t the most enduring relationships like the pajama fit – one that you always want to get back to? The one that gives you enough breathing space, and accepts the fact that as a person you may not be your perfect-self everyday. The one that is not pressurizing you to “always” handle it with care. But for some reason we also tend to take our “pajama fit relationships” for granted.

Those pictures in the pretty little pricey red dress is guaranteed to get a lot of “likes”,  but at the end of the day we all yearn to go back to our pajamas.

Merry Go Round

Merry go round , Merry go round

Its been a while, I have felt the ground.

There is more in store, to be explored

The sand, the sea, the mountain and the shores.

I want to be lost to be found

Rather than just go round and round.

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What does “settled in life” mean? –  The person has settled on a certain momentum to go round the orbit at a predictable pace. How about moving out of ones own orbit and taking the linear path at least once in a while? –  for an experience beyond one’s orbit and a tangential view of ones own life!

Move On, Let Go

We are all less significant in this world than we think we are. Life moves on, people move on with their lives. My most loved ones will move on with their lives and that is exactly how it ought to be. No one is indispensable. The concept of apocalypse and end of world theories are manifestation of the “fear of insignificance” of human life & existence. In the bigger cosmos we are just so significantly insignificant. This isn’t a negative thought – it’s the acceptance of the impermanence, and the beauty of impermanence.

What if the lily in my garden wilt away?  The day of its bloom brought joy to my soul and I experienced its beauty every moment of its existence. Its fragrance swept into my room each day. But eventually it wilted and fell. Did I mourn forever? I waited for another bloom that recreated the whole experience all over again.

Everything moves on – and this realization makes it easier for me to let go and not getting stuck.  So, then like the lily in my garden – I am here, I am now…putting my heart and soul to the “here and now”. When its time for me to move on – I need to whole heartedly let go.

The pond, the creek or the mighty waterfall ?

Seventy percent of the world around us is made up of water and sixty percent of our body is water too. The water manifests itself in different forms –  as freshness of the morning dew, as power of a mighty waterfall, as spirit of a traveller in the nomadic river, as stillness of the neighbourhood pond, as sorrow in the tear drops and as so much more.

Some of us choose to manifest like the waterfall – the powerful, aggressive, fearless ready to fall from heights, ready to hit against the rocky mountains. The higher the fall the greater is the majesty and beauty of the water fall. Her courage to “fall” from heights  is her beauty and her source of power too.

Some are like the crystal clear creek – whose  pace of flow is slow, but the sound of the flowing water is meditative. There is clarity, and the soul is reflective. The beauty of the creek is its soothing and calming effect.

Or we could opt to be like the nomadic river – unstuck with any place travelled and the people we meet, moving on sharing love all along, and finally reaching the all-encompassing ocean to be one with it.

I believe the most common way we manifest is like the stagnant pond – still, settled and stable – looks beautiful at the surface level with water lilies & lotus blooming.  The water is not the clearest in the pond and it may never make the move to meet the all-encompassing ocean but it surely is a habitat in itself.

However we manifest, we are indeed a lot of water!!

My Little Prayer

To not have known and loved oneself is like being in the dark,

The experience is enlightening – like a beautiful journey embarked.

But then there is always the fear of being consumed by the fire of self love

Keeping one blinded  from the beauty & sorrows of others near, far and  above.

I  do want the light in me shining bright,

But need to make sure I don’t burn myself and lose sight.

Oh Lord, lead me from the darkness but do keep me safe from the destructive fire.

The Dew Drop

I woke up to the quietness of the dawn,

Opened the window to see the crispness of my lawn.

 Everything around me is still,

Took a deep breath, with freshness I fill.

The thin vapor of my inner being is awake,

 I try touching it and it condenses into a little dew drop to take.

 Let me kiss this sparkling pure drop, not long it would stay,

This “moment of being”  might just evaporate in the heat of the day.