SOULspace

Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more.   You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement.   They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful.   There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because...

The Cocoon and the Butterfly A man found a cocoon of a butterfly that he brought home. One day a small opening appeared in the cocoon. He sat and watched the cocoon for several  hours as the butterfly struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to  stop making progress. It appeared as if the butterfly had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further. The man decided to help the butterfly in its struggle. He took a pair of scissors  and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon... and the butterfly emerged easily. As the butterfly emerged, the man was surprised. It had a swollen body and small, shriveled  wings. He continued to watch the butterfly expecting that, at any moment, the wings would  dry out, enlarge and expand to support the swollen body. He knew that in time the body would contract and the butterfly would be able to fly. But neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling ...

An Indian Woman oh so prides her hair! From the day a baby girl is born, the focus for most Indian Mothers is that mop on the head... keeping it black and long becomes her lifelong goal and ambition... leave alone the fact that mother dear has lost much of hers over the years, to chlorinated corporation water (if you are from Chennai), or any dubious source of water as may be pumped into your tank, what with ground water reaching its all time low in any city and natural well /artesian water becoming a dream of the past, yet she will spend a large part of her life caring for the hair. Mine too was such an upbringing... My sister had a healthy mop of thick wavy hair, watered and fed (read that as oiled and shikakaid), by mum from the day she was born (substitute shikakai with gram flour in the early years). Yet any pride placed on the first born was short lived as my sister lost all that lustre and sheen very early on to a severe bout of Jaundice. So the attention turned to me, an...