In ceaseless motion round the purple rim
Day after day sped by like coloured spokes,
And through a glamour of shifting hues of air
The seasons drew in linked significant dance
The symbol pageant of the changing year.
(Savitri, Book four, Canto 1)
It is an art to
learn to embrace change. In our lives, work and also within ourselves.
Sometimes it is like a gentle soft turn as a flowing smooth river; sometimes it
is a tornado that moves us to the other side. A smile welcomes this change and
a trust makes the change always for good. When we live with awareness, we
notice that it is the inner change that brings forth the outer change.
The varying frames
of the planet as it sings along with the happy sun are marks of change,
beautiful lessons nature gives us. In our mostly monotonous lives, the changing
seasons bring a fresh thought in our mind each time. We look forward to spring
when it is winter, to monsoon when it is summer. And for most part of the
earth, it is summer waves that are blowing now!
Yummy mangoes
adorn the stalls and we delight at the sight of fresh coconut water. Fans swing
to breeze off the heat entering through windows. We find a few exclaiming, ‘oh!
The Sun is too hot!! Just touch my head – it is burning’ as they walk on the
roads. This reminds me of a chapter in the book “Stories told by the Mother
Part -1” where she talks about a group of French people who learnt to make friendship
with the sun instead of grumbling about its fierceness during summer.
We find children
moving around with a happy glee in their eyes. It is their mid – year break!
Exams are over and they are out into the gardens running around and catching
each other. It is beautiful to watch a group of kids splashing in a pool of
water unmindful of the scorching sun. And rarely, there is a welcome song, a
short rainfall stroking the dry earth with a fragrant touch. This rainfall
happens without much cloud, along with the shining sun. There will be a yellow
light present during the shower and usually at homes, a cheerful phrase comes
by at this time – ‘the crow and sparrow are getting married!!’
There is a place
where indeed the prince of the sky makes friendship with the people. It is a
small town with ringing cycle bells and waves of ocean musically splashing on
the black stones. A place where the majestic sun does the most sacred work of
stroking a radiant diamond. It spreads from there, as a treasure, deep into all
our hearts.
-
Sandhya
References:
·
Stories
told by The Mother – Part 1. Chapter – Friendship with the Sun.
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