Dear Reader,
Winter is upon us. Literally. The lizards in my house have disappeared and there are no more mosquitoes that need swatting. They tell me that winter is the perfect time to shed busyness, to put it on hold. When we return, the world will be right there, I’m sure, hardly having missed us. The unimaginable amount of words hurled into the universe each second will be gone, of course, but we won’t need them. So, we can effectively give in to the whims of winter. Slip into our sweaters and exist in the empty moments.
LISTENING TO STILLNESS
No more talk today. I’ll step out and
listen
to the margosa leaves rushing down
to the ground.
Listen
to the morning sun, the cat
scratching
on the roof, duckweeds
in the lake, twitching
of the knees, the melting
candle.
Share their aloneness & quiet(ly)
not scroll through life, un-mend
the washer, gather breadcrumbs
of thoughts, disarm hypnotic
clatter of chat(ter).
So all that grows, grows
within me nestling
like morning
dew on the skin.
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Lovely poem, Sonia! It did give me the winter-y feeling we are experiencing here, in Mumbai 🙂
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Made me rest, for a peaceful moment.
Last week, over 90mph wasn’t peaceful at all, nex tweek, maybe, another storm, for now, peace – and the lights are on.
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Take care, Esther. Sounds not peaceful at all.
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Lovely poem. I especially like the final lines:
So all that grows, grows
within me nestling
like morning
dew on the skin.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful, the stillness enveloped me. Thank you.
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Thank you for reading.
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The sounds like leaves and cat scratches…beautiful and evocative of winter. Lovey words, Sonia.
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Thank you, Lee.
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I love this mindfulness poem. It’s beautifully written.
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Thank you, Liz 😊
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You’re welcome, Sonia.
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Such a beautiful write, Sonia. I love how you talk about winter, how the lizards in your house have disappeared, how we give in to the whims of winter and slip on our sweaters. It definitely feels as if our bodies naturally wish to embody this stillness, I’ve been feeling it especially lately 💕
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I hope you have a good break.. a reading vacation, if possible? Thank you, Sunra!
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Ha ha! Thanks Sonia! Hopefully, at some point next year, yes ☺️
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Such a beautiful poem, Sonia. Winter is setting in too here in Bangalore. It was chilly today with a nudge to slow down and stay in. I loved how you started your poem with ‘No more talk today’.
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Thank you for being here. I had no idea Bangalore, too, could be cold.
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Oh Sonia, I wish I was not in Delhi right now! Lovely poem.
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Delhi can be such a downer in winters. I hear you.
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It wasn’t so earlier but now it certainly is.
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Going on a vacation next month, but a digital detox seems difficult. I’ll try my best.
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Wish you the best, Sudeepa. Thank you for stopping by.
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Love the idea of listening to the sun or a melting candle… digital detox is really required.
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Thanks Rajani. Winter is a great time for this hibernation, with its endless inertia.
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