SOULTales - Character Strengths, Stories & Vocabulary

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Bob Marley....simply

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 they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.” ― Bob Marley

What a beautiful piece of writing. 

I am highly prejudiced when I say that I never attributed such deep thoughts to him. I think this could have been ghost written...I don't know that.

Yet for me he is the Icon of the 'pot culture' and dreadlocks is not one of my favorite looks as well. 

But his music is elemental, and one can enjoy that Reggae lilt and simple heart beating tones he uses.  

Who doesn't remember: 
No Woman No cry,
Everything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright

that refrain is all there is in the song, but that is more than enough.
Many many times have I felt that words have a power, and those words fall into you when you allow yourself to let go...

ask the question, and the answer will come to you   

If you want, please hear that song again for me and let us share this moment with beautiful thoughts and soulful music 

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Struggle is good

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 around with a
swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

{What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle were required for the butterfly to be able to fly. The butterfly must push its way through the tiny opening to force the fluid from its body and wings. Only by struggling through the opening, can the butterfly's wings be ready for flight once it emerges from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. And we could never fly}
Source: (Original author unknown)
© 1997-8 by Journey of Hearts A Healing Place in Cyber Space. 

A beautiful story that I wish to share. Please do read it to be inspired.

I always believe that there are messages waiting for us to recognise and for us to learn/grow from...and this story comes at such a time in my learning...

When we actually see ourselves as an emergent soul, and all the inner and outer struggles as the process that molds us, enables us, ennobles us to grow, then we can stop thinking about it and start living in the moment. 

Every moment is a moment of emerging...of the true soul
Every moment a moment of discovery...of the real self
Every moment is a chance for us to be.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Hair Today, Gone tomorrow

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, and much to mother's satisfaction I was endowed with straight long hair, a shade browner than she would have liked, but none the less, she tended to it like her beloved garden.

Weekly oil baths were a must, thoroughly soaked and properly massaged, no foreign unguents were allowed to smear that scalp, only "home made shikakai" (laboriously she would acquire all the ingredients for this, ranging from shikakai pods, hibiscus flowers, some lime rinds, fenugreek seeds, and so many other items that I don't even recall, placed on a huge plate under the sun for days to dry naturally and then to be ground into a fine powder, that would be measured out to us every Saturday, after the mandatory oiling, in a cup...2-3 spoons, not more, not less, to be rubbed vigorously by us, with much dislike and despair).

If you have used this home made version then you would also empathise with me on my despair, long oily hair does not wash easily with Shikakai...period. It takes a good amount of rubbing to remove all the oil, and then an added effort to remove the shikakai from the hair, no amount of water would be enough, and invariably while wiping down the hair, we would get admonished for not a) removing the oil well enough ...or...b) not washing the shikakai well enough

Oh Boy, it makes the modern day shampoo...or even the highly "soapy" brand of shikakai shampoo/powder available in the market look like some exotic beauty treatment.

But then you would disagree with me, what with "Go Back to Old Ways" becoming quite a litany nowadays! Yet all that I liked about those shikakai days was the lovely... lingering smell... mmmmm...

So I had long, brownish black hair, that I would churlishly allow my mother to comb into 2 braids/plaits.

Churlish; you would wonder, well considering I was always ready to do some thing different...
by the time I was 15 years old...I was rebelling where my hair was concerned.

I disliked oiling my hair...
I disliked putting them in 2 plaits
I wanted to shampoo...

So what do you think I did?

I quietly went to the beauty parlour and cut it off...frankly in the most unsuitable, fringed haircut I could possible manage for myself...and then the fear factor hit me!!

Not only will my mother throw a fit, I also had a grandmother, whose traditions forbade us "girls" to have a scissor touch our scalp...a Woman/Girl never cut her hair...that's it....

I did not have the guts to enter the house after this totally radical move of mine, so I sat outside the house for almost 1 and half hours, till my mother finally opened the door to come out, and to see my new avatar
...but with due credit to her, she did not say anything to me...that day...

But yes, I did hear her out another day, and forever after... hair has never fallen as low in her eyes, as on that day...

So the story of my hair continues, as I continued to grow and then threaten to cut it off, in an ever changing love hate relationship with that piece of dead asset.

To cut a long story short...after 10 years of marriage, once again I chopped off my long hair! But I found a vacuum in that space, as my hair now refuses to has finally given up on me and my mood swings I guess...

I have similar tales to narrate with my daughter, as I oil and shampoo her hair every weekend, I instruct myself not to be attached to that source of womanly pride, as it can only lead to heartbreak, for though she now leans toward the longer any time I know, she can come to me with "I want to chop it off" expression...

Let it go, I tell myself...after all it is only hair...with or without it, her beauty surely shines through her soul...

So also I tell myself the my dear mother struggles with the dreaded cure which could take away her coveted hair...I tell myself, and her (silently)
Let it go Amma...after all its just your hair, your beauty always shines through your soul...

(This post is dedicated to my mother...)

and was written for Indiblogger, call for blog posts...and that was the end of my hair problems