Places impact you for a variety of reasons. And the same place impacts different people in different ways. This is especially true when it comes to spiritual experiences, where every single person’s experience is unique. And personally, every spiritual experience is unique, the same person can have different deeply spiritual experiences at different places, at different times. This thought has emerged because of my own experiences over the years, but especially so this year, with different and unique experiences at various places I have visited recently. I began this year with a visit to Baroda (Vadodara) with friends. It was meant to be a relaxed trip, a touristy trip, with our sons. We enjoyed ourselves to the hilt, but the highlight of that trip was a visit to the Lakulisha temple at Pavagadh. It was the iconography of the temple that I connected with, and I spent a few hours simply lost in the details of the figures carved around the temple. There was an indefinable connect with
October is over and November is here. Before I know it, the year will be over! And I am nowhere near catching up with all the posts I have to write. October brought in so much travel, from the unexpected Club Mahindra Bloggers Meet to another unexpected Diwali trip to Sringeri. There is so much I want to write, but the words will take some time to come. Meanwhile, I just realised that the blog has been left alone for too long without a post, so I will be posting some random images from my trips.....
We were on our way to Nainital, when we stopped to take pics of the wonderful view of the hills and valleys. But as we clicked and posed for others, these weeds by the roadside caught my eye.
They are just weeds - unwanted and un-cared for. Yet, they grow profusely wherever they get the chance! If we see them in our garden, we pluck them and throw them off, but look closer and see the innate beauty, the perfect geometrical shapes. Remember drawing flowers with a compass in school? Doesnt this remind you of that? And yet, this is so much more beautiful, for it is small - the diameter would be less than a centimeter - and besides, it is alive!
Are these not called Dandy Lions Anu?
ReplyDeleteI think Dandelions too is the name?
ReplyDeleteSuperb! Like son the mom or is it the other way round. I admire the inquisitiveness.
ReplyDeleteloved the last line: it is indeed alive!! It is beautiful Anu.
ReplyDeleteCan I ask you a favour? The font is fine in the post but really small in the comment form. Could you pl. increase it? Thanks!
No idea, Julia... i wondered if they were dandelions.
ReplyDeletemaybe, Mridula! thinking of adding to the write up with some interesting stuff about dandelions!
ReplyDeleteTHanks! there is a whole lot of inquisitiveness around, both for mom and son!
ReplyDeleteTHanks so much! and thanks for pointing out abt the font.. will increase it!
ReplyDeleteNew way of thinking about these so called unwanted part of our gardens! Doesn't this post apply to our daily lives!!!! Food for thought
ReplyDeleteThanks kanthi!
ReplyDeleteSometimes we need weeds and thorns to appreciate the ones that please the senses, don't we? And sometimes we need to see the neglected for what they are.
ReplyDeleteLovely post, Anu.
Absolutely, Sudha!
ReplyDeleteappreciate your post ,thanks for sharing a nice post
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