Month: January 2015

Leap off the Lily Pad

People nurture different habits to cope with life. The newest phrase I heard was used by a nurse dealing with patients having serious and severe neurological problems.

‘Leap off the Lily pad,’ it is the only way to deal with an emotionally and physically exhausting job, she said. When I am away from it, I don’t think about it…I leap off.

I loved the phrase and the context in which it was used.

Picture of a sprightly, fleet- footed being leaping off from a Lily pad and diving into cool, energising and restorative waters of change came to mind. The more thought I gave it the more empowered I felt. It made me believe that we had a choice to jump off for a while, and it was ours to make.

Lily pads, as a figure of speech, signify the places where we take our attention to, places that are sometimes challenging to our emotional and physical well-being. Either voluntarily or involuntarily, we climb onto the Lily pads of the past or the future, of worry and stress or of other peoples’ lives and its happenings… There is no dearth of areas that can consume our unguarded attention and sap us of our peace of mind.To safeguard our crucial, positive and life-affirming resource of energy, we need to consciously leap off from the many Lily Pads we unwittingly clamber on to.

We need to realise that it is only upon getting off that we will gather enough energy to get back on to the ones that really matter….

Words..

You have a way with words, people say…

Words have their way with me, I think. They come at their own beckoning, when I least expect them to. They leave me frustrated in the early morning hours when they know I have no way of capturing them. They flit around like fireflies, now you see them, now you don’t…They sit tantalisingly at the tip of my tongue like the aftertaste of some exotic dessert, so tangible yet frustratingly elusive.

When I am ready for them, pen in hand, nice crisp paper waiting.. they lose color, becoming lifeless and listless, dull as fabric from which the color has bled out.

What gives them energy that makes them vibrant and playful?

I think they thrive and rely on the uniqueness of individual experience and truth. If we are able to feel our feelings and settle our thoughts, we’ll find them there, glistening like pebbles in a fresh water stream, smooth and colourful. Waiting to be picked and pocketed, to be displayed on a mantelpiece, their story written all over them…In the contours of their shape, in the smoothness or roughness of their texture and in the scars that they carry…..

Words…

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