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Planter Joy

This year, I managed to grow Roma Tomatoes, Vine Tomatoes(they are not ripe yet), Yard Beans, French Beans, Cilantro, Mint, Amaranth and Pumpkin. I still have Roses, and other flowers that I planted over the years. I also got a couple of succulents to add to the two Ice plants and Hens and Chicks(Sempervivum). The weather was not typical of the NW weather. It was drier and hotter but it was a better year for plants in my planters, of course, I had to make sure all had enough water. I also had to lay to rest one of the Sage plants, and a couple of Strawberry plants and Blueberry and Thai pepper, decided to leave too, along with one Lemon plant that was about 1/2 foot tall. It is always win some, lose some.

Presenting some of the flowers and harvest I got this year.

Top to bottom, left to right – Hydrangea, Yard Bean Flowers, Wisteria, Calla Lilly, Lilly of the Valley.

Left to right – Figs, Yard Beans, French beans and Roma Tomatoes.

Preparing the soil, sowing the seeds, watching them sprout, the profusion of colors, flower and fruit gives me a joy that I cant explain. I watch the flowers and fruits, invite the bees , butterflies, hummingbirds, sparrows, chickadees, jays, woodpecker, finches, crows, ravens, on occasion wild rabbits, raccoons and neighbours cats. I have watched a peregrine falcon come and carry away a mouse. There is a rhythm to the whole process, of growth and death. I am grateful for life allowing me to watch this process. If I had the capital, growing plants would be something I would love to do.

Signing off

you know who.

Stepping Back

While seeing, watching, and observing the world, we become aware of what we really care about, our blind spots, our perceptions and the distortions in our perception . Stepping Back is an art form. It gives us a better perspective, before we end up shooting our mouths or alienating the object /person we are interacting with. But, stepping back isn’t easy to master. It requires us to go in steps, just like everything we do in life- we never walk well without stumbling and falling many times. Sometimes an wound caused by the fall will illicit an all or nothing reaction in us, and how we navigate that moment changes us and our view of the world around us and builds our resilience.

Any place that people gather in person(as part of a club, association, organization etc.) or virtually (social media platforms, discussion boards, blog world) seem to do two things to people – 1. give a sense of belonging, with an echo chamber that gives a feeling of being in the majority/dominant group that has a Feeling of Being Right OR unbelonging and the unraveling due to isolation(human beings don’t thrive in isolation, at least that is what various studies on human behaviour shows) 2. a need to become fanatical about the views, conventions, rules, protocols, rituals, dogma of the group they belong to or a rebellion towards all of the views, rules, etc.- For or Against Behaviour.

This has been my observation and feeling while watching the crowds. Anyone who might have a balanced view of things is usually shut down or not ever allowed in or given an opportunity to voice any of their opinions or given room for their actions. The Trend seems to be Anything on the Extremes is a good thing. The Extremes makes most people Access their Reptilian Brain(A Fear/Discomfort that triggers a Flight, Freeze or Fight response). There is Drama! which gives the required viewership and attention to the said group or media, and need for fame or clout or sphere of influence for capitalistic gains or an emotional/mental need are met.

This is where taking a Step Back makes sense. It is an exercise I have been a failure at, most times. When I read/listen to the News(its something we end up doing even if we are just check the weather report) I try to practice Stepping Back with the questions “Is this True? Is there corroboration? What is the Context? What was the conversation that lead to this response? Are the people qualified to make this statement?” With People, before I respond, I try the Buddhist principle of stepping back with “Is it True? Helpful? Inspiring? Necessary? Kind?” and if it is a no! to any off those questions, I dont say what I was going to(at least I like to think so). And Yes! I fail miserably at remembering this most times.

The words Trigger and Trauma Response are used very often in Mental Health, that it is becoming a way of looking at the world. I agree with the fact that None in our world are without an experience of some form of trauma or triggers. It is hard for each of us to work at it on our own and makes us overly cautious of being authentic in our interactions. When we are not sure if the interaction will be pleasant, we lean heavy on avoidance and isolation behaviours(was reading about the Japanese word Hikikomori and its implications on everyday life). Stepping back helps us review the situation we are in, helps us chose words and actions that could help with what the situation is, rather than going with our Limbic brain’s response.

Now, I recognize the Irony of these thoughts of mine that I have put out in a place where others “Could” read, being similar as looking for attention or, some kind of validation. So Thank You, dear readers, friends and family who read and respond…it makes me feel like I have a place I don’t have to fight for within this space and time

Signing off,

You know who.

Juggling

Somewhere in my reading of Hindu Philosophy, I happened upon the definition of the Word and it stuck with me, as it made complete sense to me. The Word(Vach/Vachas) is Sound(Shabda) for a Form(Rupa). The English translation read “A word, is a name for a form” I thought how profound that was in its implication – There was no speech before we made a noise and agreed that was the noise for the form(object) we were perceiving. It came to my mind was if we didn’t make any noise when we noticed things, we would have probably never reached the over 8 billion population we have today. Imagine how we could ever escape a predator in our Hunter/gatherer phase of evolution if we didn’t have a word for “Run!” or eating something poisonous with “Dont eat that, it will kill you.”

A while later, I heard this popular sentence “You have to name it to claim it.” This I heard when women were being coaxed to speak up instead of keeping silence over micro-aggressions from others, or suppressing their emotions for fear of conflict. I never knew why I was annoyed at people in certain interactions, until I read the word definition for Gas-lighting. Sure enough, claiming that word made my undefined annoyance so easy to understand.

A while later, I came upon The Zen Master Thich Naht Hahn and heard two more words and their definitions, that made complete sense to me. Being- a silent awareness of life pulsing in its enormous fractal-ity, yet knowing of its impermanence in the same moment, so much so, that it makes all of our emotional reactions to the moment, moot; and Inter-being- a fact that for as long as we perceive our existence, nothing on this earth stands alone, that what affects one, has its affect over the other lives.

What I said in paragraph 2 conflicts with that in paragraph 3, – when we claim something, we cease to BE, as Being is fluid, not as permanent as when we Claim something for ourselves. When we Claim something, we also disclaim our inter-being, as it changes the way interactions go, simply because we claimed in our perception.

In all of this Word Juggling that goes on in my everyday life and conversations, I try to remember that when a word is uttered, I am naming a form, and that it remains true as long as I work with the agreed upon conventions for the name and form. That is the only truth in all of what I say, as sad as it is. That all misunderstandings stem when we aren’t clear in our word usage, or we never learned to use the words in a manner that makes understanding crystal clear.

Pondering on Clarity of Speech and Words

As I sign off

You know who.

September First

It has been a while since I wrote anything. Reasons are very obscure, that I have a tough time articulating. So I will leave it unsaid.

Since it is already September and in three days it is the Harvest festival in the place of my ancestors. I feel that tendril of nostalgia, missing the people, that I usually feel around this time. But that aside, this year, the heat wave in our area has unexpected results with my plants.

While the fragile ones like the peas and melon plants burned, the Roses were very happy. Presenting some pics of the my plant babies.

Hoping all is well with you, where ever you are in our World,

Signing off

You know who.

Mind Wanderings

This is going to be a short post. Below is the conversation that happened entirely in my head.

Me : I wanted to write something that makes everyone who reads feel good.

Mind : Why?

Me : People are having a hard time so if they can feel good reading my post, it is a good thing.

Mind : How do you know if that is the truth?

Me : Hmm. I dont know if that is the truth or if it is untruth. I just know from conversations in my circle of friends and people, that people are having a hard time.

Mind : Is it any harder than it was before or will be after?

Me : I dont know. I have nothing to compare it with.

Mind : That is presumptuous of you to think you know how others feel and that you are capable of making them feel better with your writing… Arrogance, sheer arrogance.

Me : …….. alright, then I will just write because I can.

Mind : What are you going to write about?

Me : I dont know… about what is happening in my life.

Mind : What makes you think others want to know?

Me : I am not writing for others.

Mind : What a waste of your time

Me : Well, so is the life we all think we ought to live – wake, work, earn, eat, sleep, wake repeat….. what a waste of time. If its anyway, a waste of time, might as well do what I want.

Mind : (finally shuts up)

But now I have no clue what I was going to write about.

Signing of

You know who.

February Ramblings – Day 6

Saturday’s 10 Random thoughts

  1. It was so cold as I woke this morning that I kept my jacket, socks and home shoes on the entire day.
  2. Spoke to my father. He seemed to be feeling good, as we spoke, which made me feel good, just to know all is well.
  3. I understand he can not do stuff just cause we, his children feel like it poses risks.
  4. Had a busy day, getting the chores done, It feels good to have something that says “finished” at the end of the day, other than energy levels.
  5. Its been a month since read any books completely. I seem to have too many things I want done or just in hibernation mode since the weather got colder… I feel like a bear
  6. I am glad for cousins and friends for their kindness, gentleness and encouragement. Somedays are simply harder than the others and mask of cheerfulness don’t stay on long.
  7. I took to drawing, a hobby that I go back to on and off throughout my life. Now that there is time and I dont have the usual excuse of being tired from the previous lifestyle.
  8. Seedlings for vegetables, are being planted, it fills my morning with the checking, watching …I hope they all survive and thrive. Putting in my annuals a little later, I want the colors to last longer into the year.
  9. I have been reading more poetry and am in awe of how skillfully they string the words to pack a punch.
  10. Clutter cleaning is happening in parts and as usual, its the paper that loves me.

Signing off

You know who.

febramble

February Ramblings – day 3

One of the things I battle constantly in my life, is the concept of time. I truly loathe the awareness of time. I cant skywatch, birdwatch, read, draw etc. for as long as I want to, eventually I have to get back to the chores and commitment to work. I have wondered if the Animals in a forest feel this constant “oh its time for this or that or the other”. Of course, we can say “but, we arent Animals.” The constant reference to time I hear in these words make me wish we didnt know of time’s existence- “its time to……(put the chore to be done here)”. or “You are irresponsible if you dont know how to manage your time.” or this phrase I hear often “Time is Money.” Or about events “How long do you want to mourn/be in the same place emotionally/be stuck, just move on, thats what normal people.” Pray, who defined Normal? or this that I constantly hear from exasperated Indian(no not stereotype, just the group I have heard it from due to being part of it) parents -“When will you ever learn” they just make me SIGH.

While I volunteered to work with children in the field of early education, I noticed how learning happens. Most often, it has nothing to do with time, it has to do with interest and competency. A child can spend a lot of time doing something yet never really learn how to do it right. For instance, we had an area in the classroom where we had different types of jars and objects that go in the jar. The sizes and shapes of jars varied, along with the size and shape of objects that went in those jars. The idea was to pour those objects from one jar to another. In the beginning, we just show them how to pour…of course, given their still developing motor skills, most kids below the age of three will end up spilling the stuff on the floor which is what the aim is – having a non-judgmental safe space to grow at their own pace.

Every year there will be a few three year old children, who pour with such attention that they dont spill and the other children learn from watching what these “who can pour and keep everything in”. So in their own time they learn how to do the pouring. The children learn at a much faster pace if they have people in their lives who never make a big deal, or guilt them or shame them for spilling – It happens, we will clean up, “matter of fact” in the tone of voice. Children become very competent at pouring by the time they are five. Most can pour their own milk without making a mess as long as the jar fits in their hands, remember they have tiny hands(yes, that is the detail, we as adults must be aware of and take care).

The same is true of their emotions. Most Children come into the pre-school setting with their personalities. Sometimes it translates into tantrum, bitting, hitting, spitting, punching when agitated. They have no way to verbalize what they are feeling. This is where we have to take so much care. Being able to Verbalize, give the word for the emotion puts them in a place of increased confidence. They know how to navigate their emotions. That confidence manifests as friendly, helpful, happy, resilient children. The teachers help with this.

As an Adult, I have observed, we become very competent at the physical things we need to do in our everyday lives, but many of us feel incompetent with emotions. Many of us, who never had a safe space to verbalize what we felt as children end up as a dichotomy – We have grown in body, but our minds are children, still unaware about verbalizing what we are feeling. Of course, the bane of Adulthood is the knowledge, we can not verbalize all that we are feeling in spaces where Egos run wild – in competition, manipulation, coercion, abusing our perceived weakness etc. But in trusted circles, we can apply the same principle we do for early learning. It becomes easier if each of us understood that everyone has a learning curve when they come across something they never did before. All of us have a natural talent for certain things along with things we may not be able to do, but all of us can learn. Time has nothing to do with it.

It doesnt matter what age, culture, region, language or religion a person follows Learning is a Lifelong process. Especially when it comes to learning how to take care of our emotions.

Signing off

In gratitude for people who create safe spaces

You know who.

febramble

Being A Witness -1

The past weeks there has been discussions within my family, clan and people I am part of, on the topics of Cultural Appropriation, Identity and Rights within a Community. I have different views than them, I discovered, by virtue of the fact that the path I was pushed into or choices I made, consciously or unconsciously, has allowed me to see the other side of things. For this, I am grateful to the Universe.

These are the things I gleaned from watching, listening and opining where I could – In the time of forced stay home, a lot of us are grappling with what our Identity is and what the rules for Identification are, within our community and the world at large. As the Identity that depended on our Vocation is disappearing, along with the other circles we were part of. People are wondering where they actually Belong. (Note : There are lots of new communities being formed, as we cope with the changes in social interactions.)

I also became aware – that depending on who you marry your Identity can change especially if you are a Woman(of course, I knew women went from Woman to Wife) – any Woman (doesnt apply for the Man) who has not met the implicit rule of marrying within their own community loses their previous Identity, the women are considered as someone who LEFT the Community, therefore treated as outsiders who have no right to opine about the community they were born into.

The power of Brawn(Emotional pressure via Mob Mentality/physical pressure via large crowds gathering) overrules any Brain aspect of things. Any Person, who use their understanding via education to speak of the Rights, or Logically points to where the wrong is, are treated with disdain, the points they make are selectively twisted and are completely disrespected through words and deeds, as someone who is bringing their Community down. The reasoning – If you weren’t born in this community you couldn’t have got that education, so be grateful and be loyal even if you dont agree with things or things are clearly Wrong.

Anger, Frustration, Entitlement Issues, Superiority and Inferiority Complexes, Ad Hominem arguments, A lack of awareness of their own Implicit Bias, Hypocrisy etc. do not make it conducive for Communication to Occur or Resolving any Issue or Help find any Solutions. I have to watch myself for what I feel while talking.

As I listened, it occurred to me that, I cant use just one word to explain All that I Am(Identity). I can never say “This is What I am” for all of the time I lived and all the time until I die. I only know what I am in the moment in the context of what the circumstance is. I have different hues, tiles, threads woven into who I am. I am not separate from any of those different Identities at any time, even when I use only One of them at any Time. The only Identity that holds for all of my life, is the fact that I am Human. Or at the least the fact that Human is the conventional name, I and others can agree upon for my Identity. All other identities will change according to what I say or do and how others can see me. Which means, that my Identity isn’t a solid tangible thing like, say, the ground we walk on. If I never stayed in One Place, or no one ever knew me(which is improbable), I can say whatever I want for My Identity and the Other will have to take my word for it.

Cultural Appropriation- a topic I dont have a clear understanding of. I believe in Respecting people and their traditions and customs- which means, I will never Knowingly use any of things that other cultures deem as part of their culture, as mine or treat their stuff with malicious intent. Most times it is unclear where the lines are. It causes me grief. In some cultures traditional clothing, tattoo designs, jewelry, ancestral artifacts, traditional foods, ingredients used in rituals, being in a certain place like an ancestral burial site, is important and it is considered disrespectful, if people of other communities to go to such places or use the said items when they don’t understand its nuance. While in some places and people, everything is about monetary gain, so sold for a good price. It is very confusing.

Rights – Its such a fleeting thing. It is given and taken away depending on who is in Power and what they think is Right or Wrong. No matter where we go in this world, our rights is such an ephemeral thing. We can talk all we want about rights, but how it manifests in the realty of life, depends on how much Influence and Wealth a person has and sometimes how many people like the person you are(Yep, think about jobs got through references). Which means most of us are choosing our battles with respect to Rights. Will Rights ever be something that cant be given or taken so we dont have to Fight for our Right, but IS because its the right thing to do, and not because we feel entitled?

All of the discussions only reinforced my belief in Karma – “All actions and inactions have consequences.”

Hoping to let go of my ineptitude as I learn the ways of our World

Signing off

You know who.

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Apples.

Yes, I had to settle for the first word I learned as a child learning alphabets in English …A for Apple. Coming to think of it, my pronunciation has “improved” cause I remember saying it differently  from “ya- plle” to “aah-pel” to the teasing format of my own dialect  “ah puhl”, which translated to “That teeth”, an allusion to the fact that elders with not so great teeth couldn’t bite into one, and we little ones would tease behind them with “ah puhl” for the imagined teeth that would stick in the bitten apple, if they took a bite.  And Now the typical American way of “Apple”, yes, I have become refined.

Growing up, there were only six fruits that had “apple” in their name, that I knew of –  the regular apple that came somewhere from Northern India, which was treated as we would jewels in Southern India;  the Ooty Apple that I realize now was actually a variety of plum; The Ice-Apple that I loved eating during the summer nights; The pine-apple that I tried not to eat, didnt like its texture; the rose-apple that I loved eating anytime; the custard-apple that was a favorite with us children for a spitting contest.

Then I come to the US and my discovery of the varieties of apples were a feast to my eyes.  There were Gala, Honeycrisp, Golden Delicious, Red Delicious, Chehlan, Crab, Granny Smith, Fuji, Braeburn and other varieties, I cant remember the names of.  Over time I figured what was good for what use. If you like to eat sweet and crispy, something that crunches with every bite, go for Fuji. If you like sweet and powdery/pasty texture in the mouth, go for Gala. If you intend making pies, Granny Smith or Golden Delicious works well. Crab apples have a tangy taste. Red delicious, golden delicious, Granny smith are easy to make cider with sweet flavor; If you want a tangy cider make it with Braeburn or crab; If you like a balance of sweet and tangy, add all kinds of apples go into the cider making process.  The one thing, that still hasnt grown on me in my life here in the US, is Apple Sauce. I tried very hard to like it, but I dont..I prefer biting into apples, unless I guess, I lost all my teeth.

I saw my first apple tree, here in the US. Given my fascination for trees, I was kind of surprised that it wasnt tall…then the lady at the farm I had visited said, they trim it so it doesnt grow tall enough, so that plucking is easy and that in the wild they could grow as tall as 30 feet..Ok.  that is about 6 times the puny me, which means I have to bend backwards to see the tops, if I stood under it. The star that you see when you cut the apple along its cross-section is because the flowers of the apple have 5 petals. Now, we could guess how many petals the bell pepper flowers have or the Okra has. And then she said to me “The Rose and the Apple belong to the same family. The apples are the Rose-hips that we can eat.” Yep! cousins!! And this “There are over 7000 varieties of Apples in our world.”  My mind went into Great-grandmom mode with “Oh! what have we done to our world.”

All of this I had to put in writing cause, I realize, I dont have a record of the things I know, and I feel very inadquate cause I know I dont know so much. I wonder if others feel like that –  the insignificance and ineptitude I feel, when I know that I dont know much, so I am trying to write down those little, mostly unimportant things that I do know. In this case the Apple.

I take your leave for now

Please stay Safe and Healthy

Signing off

You know who.

Ten Thoughts on Tuesday

  1.  Yes! everyone and their every atom is pre-occupied with the Virus, the spread, the dead, the symptoms, the To Do’s. This is, what it is. As worried as I am for the elders in our families I am holding on to hope that we will get through this. Living in different countries does little to stymie my emotions. I am also, trying to wrap my head around the New Normal.  A New Normal, where we have an indefinite time with no work or school or things to rush to day after day as we did earlier.
  2. My “What if’s?” that I stopped voicing cause it used to drive others nuts, has come to roost. There was a Time when I asked – What if a disease or a natural disaster makes going to work impossible? What if the clocks/times/routines/linear have to do’s, were irrelevant? What if none of us in the Cities had any job to go to? What if Industries had no workers? What if children didnt have a school to go to?   And the answer to most of my what if’s was “They only happen in a Book.”
  3. Reading the 3rd and 4th book since schools closed and its a bit heavy.  Mindshift by Barbara Oakley and Thrive by Arianna Huffington.  I thought the two titles together made a thought complete “Thrive as your Mind Shifts” or “Thrive, When your Mind Shifts”  or  “Mind Shift to Thrive”.  Hope that is the Blessing that Humanity with have at the end of the present situation.
  4. The weather here is so fickle for the past two days. It has started with glorious sunrises to dark clouds, rain, windy, then blue sky patches and sunshine.  I havent yet caught a rainbow.
  5. The roads here are not as filled as they used to be. Noticed that it took us half the time when we went to get a few groceries…It was my first outing in the week.  When things are empty, they seem bigger, wider and eerie.
  6.  I am hoping people will come out of this situation Changed.  That the present systems we have for Healthcare, Education, Work, Social Setups will change, to make things more humane and sustainable. We have known for a while now, that what we have hasnt been working for all.
  7. I am hoping to get my half done,  long put away projects, will be completed.  Given the time I now have from not having to rush around anywhere.
  8.  People are anxious, some hold in well, some dont.  The different things I have observed of myself and some others in my circle – tendency to clean more, need to find someone to talk to, need to eat even when not hungry/not eat anything, an urge to go out more, find fault with others around you, get annoyed easily, implementing rationing.
  9. It is a very difficult time for daily wagers, businesses that have had to close down given the social distancing. The stories that are coming out of places around our world sometimes are awespiring, especially when you think of those in the Medical Professions and those in other Essential workers categories and sometimes downright appalling, when you hear of those  still gathering in large numbers, those evicting doctors and medical residents and nurses out of their homes, or the fact that the household-maids, drivers, small shop owners  have no way to compensate for their loss of livelihood.
  10.  In all of this, as grateful I felt for all that I still have,  I had lost my head for just a tad while. Over the weekend I considered going to the beach, cause I felt like no one will be there, the picture in my head – of empty roads and an even emptier beach was very appealing.  Going outside to work means you get out of the four walls and feel a measure of productivity. I realize, I did what I didnt want to do – Identify myself by my vocation, put value for a job for my livelihood that I did rather than the person I am.  The Universe gave me a tight slap, when the evening before the trip, I read about the New Jersey Governor request people not to congregate on beaches. So much for my Sensibility!  I guess this will be a time, that will show my own shadow self. Bracing myself for what will reveal itself.

Planning on keeping my head sane

As I sign off,

you know who.