‘I didn’t come to you because of the first wind, nor would I leave you because of the last’
– from ‘The Forty Rules of Love’
Soleil checking for her car keys before heading out to meet the #Agarwals .
@villa_alohomora #Goa
‘I didn’t come to you because of the first wind, nor would I leave you because of the last’
– from ‘The Forty Rules of Love’ Siolim
🎶wish I had a very large, well baked hat 🎩✌🏼🎵
Christmas elf, doing what they do best
Spreading cheer 🎄🎉
Sharing a year/decade end prayer for myself, my girls and all of humanity alight with protests. This is my dikhr or remembrance of what’s essential; blessings from my book #ClosetotheBone once chanted with a nurse on night duty when I was fettered to a hospital bed during my stem cell transplant. ‘There’s no such thing as a ‘small change’, she said, checking my vitals, pausing to dampen my lips with a cotton swab’. .
And so we devised our own way of invoking positive change:
‘May you give birth to the Gods and Goddess inside you
May your inner dialogue reflect the fire of your soul
May you see the other in yourself and yourself in others
May your thoughts escape you and your feelings catch you when you don’t expect it
May your lottery ticket possess the winning number’ (literally and meta-wise ✌🏼😜)
Leaping into the new decade, as I always do, believing that life is for me and the universe has my back.
@elsewheregoa @ntara.g
The defiantly brave face of female protestors across the globe this year: I challenge you not to feel moved. From #ClosetotheBone: ‘I also know we are more than just mysterious containers for genes, hormones and electromagnetic pulses. It’s our stories, our trusting hearts buried behind fear, that colour and run our lives’
Images courtesy @radnicka_fronta
What a wonderful post for the penultimate moments of 2019, as well as a testament to persistence 🙏🏼 thank you for your efforts and I hope the book resonates and was worth your efforts ❤️ Repost from @dimplezash using @RepostRegramApp – I’m not the kind that reads autobiographies; but this one piqued my curiosity & how. I couldn’t find it anywhere outside of India. So had to make a trip from Invincible Israel & had to make it special, just so I could lay hands on this one. So while we took my darling Sam’s 1st exotic trip to the One Incredible India, I searched for her tales under every nook & corner & almost gave up hope until just one day before we headed back home, we found it. Phew. @lisaraniray your story may be #closetothebone but it surely wasn’t so easy to find. Somehow I know this one will touch mine though.
@harpercollinsin
Couple of posers spotted at #laplagegoa
Walking into 2020 like 🤟🏼🥂💝 Siolim
Xmas lunch 🥙 done right #LaPlage on #AswemBeach
What drives you? How do we re-evaluate our cultural landscapes (and llamas – thanks autocorrect) Why are racially mixed individuals considered ‘bridges’ and what role can we play in healing a rapidly shifting, politicized environment?
This and much more was discussed with my didi @devyanisaltzman during long, lazy Goan afternoons. I needed this intellectual intervention at a time that feels drained of hope in India. (But of course hope never dies 🤟🏼)
Grateful didi for our half – Eastern European- half Indian fellowship and your beauty and graceful heart.
2020 will be about expansion, writing and more writing, love, bringing an authentic self to the role I inhabit in the world. Oh yes, and re-evaluating our heros.
Thank you didi for highlighting this notion of our personal responsibility to the ‘institution’, whatever form it might take: whether a cultural centre like the AGO (Art Gallery of Ontario) or the nationhood of India. We are complicit. We all play a role.
Sharing this piece:
‘[in the] words of performance artist Andrea Fraser in her essay “From the Critique of Institutions to an Institution of Critique”: “Every time we speak of the “institution” as other than “us,” we disavow our role in the creation and perpetuation of its conditions. We avoid responsibility for, or action against, the everyday complicities, compromises, and censorship-above all, self-censorship-which are driven by our own interests in the field and the benefits we derive from it. It’s not a question of being against the institution: We are the institution. It’s a question of what kind of institution we are, what kind of values we institutionalize, what forms of practice we reward, and what kinds of rewards we aspire to. Because the institution of art is internalized, embodied, and performed by individuals, these are the questions that institutional critique demands we ask, above all, of ourselves.” FULL ESSAY HERE: http://www.marginalutility.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Andrea-Fraser_From-the-Critique-of-Institutions-to-an-Institution-of-Critique.pdf’
The. Republic. Of. Elsewhere. .
@elsewheregoa @ntara.g Mandrem, Goa, India
The defiantly brave face of female protestors across the globe this year: I challenge you not to feel moved. From #ClosetotheBone: ‘I also know we are more than just mysterious containers for genes, hormones and electromagnetic pulses. It’s our stories, our trusting hearts buried behind fear, that colour and run our lives’
Images courtesy @radnicka_fronta
Merry Christmas. 🎄💋💝
‘There is a stage after which language fails us. When you step into the zone of love you won’t need language’
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Image via @ps1610
A Christmas scene by #GenesiaAlves
Traditional society has looked for divine signs within the natural world; a way perhaps to interpret the mysterious. But when society imposes ridiculous rules on individuals that has less to do with natural harmony and more with a skewed and faulty interpretation of events – as well as hubris- we resist. The awakened soul must rebel.
Happy Solar Eclipsing.
Image via #TaraChowdhry
May your days be full of inspired love. A higher state of awareness. May you taste the sweetness of presence and the present moment. Allow yourself to tumble into lightness, friends, while knowing your dark side. Gather it all in your arms, examine your thoughts, never apportion blame and come to know the ‘Self’ so deeply, so thoroughly, that you can understand there is only One and so you can prepare yourself to let go, when you are called ❤️🙏🏼
LOVE YOURSELF/ RESPECT YOUR BODY
SOUNDS SIMPLE?
ITS COMPLICATED!
Repost from @audiblesuno using @RepostRegramApp – Will secret stories make things easy or complicated? Find it yourself! Listen to Ae Dil Hai Complicated with @neena_gupta featuring @lisaraniray for free only on @audiblesuno.
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Repost from @shiloshivsuleman using @RepostRegramApp – Our time is cyclic so the further back we go into our past, the more we step into our (breathing/beating) future.
Today I carried a flag in my hands at a woman’s march that was first held up high by Indian women in 1911 demanding the right to vote in. More than a century later at a woman’s protest against fundamentalism- we carry the same banner dressed in khadi.
This is our dhikr. (Remembrance). This is not an uprising// this is an awakening. We are here renewing vows our ancestors made. The ones who fasted their bodies for us, that carried handspun flags, the ones who carried both tongues – Hindu and Urdu amongst others. The ones who saw god in everything, and no god but god. If there’s one thing for certain- I have never witnessed-
More beauty.
More power.
More god.
@fearlesscollective
Via @amit_chaudhuri .
‘Christ (seemingly in a Bengali village) with angels – one of several pictures that Jamini Roy did of Christ in the pat style.’
#beguilingblends #culturalmashups #secularIndia #IndiaUnited
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