Many ships have come and gone by. I can tell because I never see the same lot when I take a break from staring at
my computer screen. While I worked furiously at finishing my guiding course, my
girl finished a year at school. While I took the next step, trusting destiny is
not just pre-decided but taking a chance – I grew a year older. Somewhere
along, my hands discovered the floor in my yoga practice.
By the time the first fireworks lit the
skyline over the smacking new stadium, I was ready to throw my scarf in the air
– to celebrate my graduation. Rest has been life - stuff cooking, acne
happening, friends leaving and yoga suffering.
As I type, out of the gutters of my brain,
comes out the memory of the little girl who sang at Beijing Olympics. She was
pretty and she sang beautifully. It was found out later, the face was pretty
but the voice was someone else’s. I have felt like this a bit over the past few
months - not getting my due because somehow I am not good enough for the world
to see. But today I was found out – face, voice and all. I did a tour. Not my
first but my best. There was applause, happy faces, kind words and a positive feedback
to the museum. I am happy. And I feel generous. Generous enough to sit over a
pile of clothes and an unmade bed!
