Mayonnaise jar and two cups of water

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Here’s the link to an article that may give a better perspective of the matter.

http://blog.dynamicstillnesses.com/2022/04/04/mayonnaise-jar-and-two-cups-of-water/

Thank you for your kind understanding.

So, who am I?

A child-girl-woman of Malayalee origin, living in Bangalore, India, Asia who feels old, really old in time in a nice way, as though I have lived lives worth living and still do. I feel like I have lived many lives in my current life, that I have lived through several spaces and aged (like old wine) through them and still am perhaps owing to the choices I have made and make. I dont know any other life, my thinking comes from the present but sometimes resonate with depths I cannot really understand wherefrom, books? maybe but not everything makes sense. Have I been the lucky few who just happened to be with the right guides or have I tended to gravitate towards them and/or juiced stuff from whatsoever was available (I think the latter seems true too). For the longest time, I have called myself pathologically optimistic – perhaps a certain twisted view of life but then I am glad about it, else I would not come to see a disease as a solution to a problem! Of one thing I am sure, from being me, that we need all kinds of people on the planet. Each one shapes another, you see?

Poise – an achievement to work for

You freak out when things get worse and you freak out when things get better because both may simply be unfamiliar and it takes some getting used to and then sometimes normalization happens (of the worse or the better) until someone makes you aware of that which you took for granted (normalized) and then it becomes fresh again like this odd thing that you need to learn how to handle again, like a hot cup of coffee that you need to learn how to balance so that you can be cool as you hold this hot thing that they call poise. And then you become a little more ..mature?

Sometimes the most difficult to handle is ‘bigger than what I am now,’ whether worse or better, and then you need your tortoise or turtle neck sweater to dive into and peek-a-boo from until you feel safe again and venture out and try on this new something that showed up for size and fit and accept or discard.

Violence?

The reason seems to basically boil down to one thing – “I know better than you” – in its various forms.

Earth

From earth, we butterfly matter-energy-matter-energy…until we come to Earth en route decrusting and crusting and decrusting and crusting again as we discover self and All That There Is (my version of Earth/matter/core!)

Polarities/pow-wow yin-yangs

There is the yin and yang selves of me at play – a kind of pow-wow-until-the-other’s-end bashers at worst, pow-wow challengers somewhere in the middle and complementary each-will-win-plus-an-even-bigger-win partners at best. Some even call it the light and shadow-selves pow-wowing. Each have their plus and minus points in different contexts (you dont use a sword to stitch a torn cloth nor use a needle in war, though there are some interesting uses there). The point is to identify which of the duo are at play and arrive at the best combo dynamics. Some call it the particle-antiparticle physics dynamics but then as it is in the macrocosm so it is in the microcosm.

Who am I (3)

I am the singular and I am the plural AND there is you probably just as much as there is I and are a horizon I do not know much about.

 

Who am I? (2)

It is when I do what has not been done before that I come more into being. I come from the unknown into the known and in-form the existing. I am the new.

My residence..

Where do I exist? Somewhere in the valley between the head and rest of my body as a sound that emerges when wind (through my body) manages to pass through the valley where I reside.

If it isn’t a happy ending, it hasnt ended yet!

“Over time, family who never knew their relatives who had passed away years earlier slept in the same rooms, same beds, and spent days on the same beach as those before them.”

(The above is an except from this blogpost

https://storyshucker.wordpress.com/2016/07/27/its-what-we-do/#like-1049)

This sentence got me thinking. We live in geographies lived in by ancestors who lived and breathed and passed on the land to the newer generations. We may never have met them but their presence lingers in the things they did, their thoughts gave rise to customs and traditions, and also the old pots and pans handed over as handlooms as some of those ancestors were from our own families. We have people who died fighting for independence from living conditions that the younger generations independed from and henceforth enjoy and occasionally talk and remember the ancestors whose fight led one way or the other to our freedom from the kinds of oppressions that were prevalent in those times. We would still have traces of the oppression of those times, in our need to control and dominate (perhaps in retaliation to being controlled and dominated at some point in time, even if it was as old as generations before).

I live in India and India was colonized by the British, so I can talk thusly. There would be British genes intermingled in our own bloodlines (such were the times then!) but would we revolt the ‘injustice’ metted out to us then somuchso that we revolt our own genes embeded in our DNA that has us be us?! Or would we be in acknowledgement of  them and say “this is how things happened.” Things happened, and that is not the end of story. The story ends when things are well and good. And then, that is not really end of story but a beginning of something new. Until such point, the story has not “ended.”

Our stories have happy endings (just look at our movies, at least most of the Indian movies, and definitely the fairy tales all around the world have happy endings; maybe that is even why people still love reading fairy tales even if they think they are impossible. Happy endings!). If the story has not ended happily, there is just another sequel waiting to happen, thats all – maybe in the next generation – but we can hand down a story that was better than the one that came to us. The point is, we can do something about the stories we live. The story here is our own lifestory, and we are the heroes and heroines of our stories. There are villans too, but a villan is always someone, if you notice, who has been wronged at some point and now seeks revenge. (I think the Talibans and ISIS and the whole lot of extremists are villans who have in one way or the other been wronged in some way and now seek revenge through violent means. At least, that must have been how they started. Their future generations may no longer know the reason why they got extremist. We are lucky enough to have ancestors who handed down happy values. Perhaps they were not so lucky. How do I know that? Study Nature. Even a snake wont bite unless threatened or hurt in some way! Mankind is just another being of Nature, no different in behavior hence). So unless the wronged villan has been appeased in some way, the story has not ended and the happy ending does not come through. What is a happy ending? “People, animals and plants, as visible evidence of life, are shining in their own light, in harmony with all that there is, in rhythmic synchrony with Nature and the Universe, being and doing what they came into existence for.”