When I read UK-based artist Banksy's note to activist, Pia Klemp, I was inspired to write At Sea. The line in Banksy's note that made an impression on my mind was: "I've made some work about the migrant crisis, obviously I can't keep the money." These words of solidarity and responsibility spawned the wish to research the migrant crisis in Africa, and to weave experiences and personal stories into the story of a migrant girl, Ngozi, and her journey from Nigeria to Libya, and from there to Italy. Do read and share it, as an act of generosity towards all migrants. Maybe, like Banksy and Klemp the story will inspire us to extend a heart-shaped buoy.
By the bay is a short story, a modern-day fable. At first, my voice sounded like an echo--I was repeating what the scientists had to say, then as I started to feel the heat of a speedily warming planet, I started to sound like those who were tirelessly trying to remind others of what's important and urgent. And then I grew silent, because neither worked to change anything around me. From silence came this short story. Through a mix of non-human characters--aquatic, avian, terrestrial, and even celestial, I have tried to focus on the innocence of life, while exploring its diversity. It's a bittersweet story, accompanied by a long and interesting fact sheet.
When I noticed how wrapped my mind is in views, I began to see that the cause of disharmony lies therein. I am not interested in asserting a view point, especially when it compromises harmony. I have laid down the stick, or at least I am attempting to, and I feel the ease.
I met someone on a train ride, and we got talking. We were not strangers really, though we had never met. We had both just completed a thirty-day Vipassana meditation course. Maybe that's what connected us, subliminally. We chatted for three hours, and there were many things he said that were very wise, one of which was:'These are not stories, they were real people.' We were speaking about the lives of people 2600 years ago. Whether we refer to the past, present, or future--lives of people (and all living beings) are not stories that can be heard and forgotten. We are sharing experiences in an interconnected reality. Let's settle our quarrels.
I have published my new story as a free ebook. The story is a combination of facts and fiction. The protagonist, Shanti Sofia, explores the virtue of kindness, which she eventually understands through true events that involve the endangered Olive Ridley sea turtles. The story is for all readers who wish to read it.
Kyo and Obi, a fable about friendship and discovering the joy of self-acceptance, available to read on the blog. At a time, when we all need a little more joy, the story may (at least for some of us) inspire the search for the source. At a time, when we are reminded of our shared humanity, it may restore in our minds the importance of patience and acceptance. This book is a gift I gave myself, and now I wish to pass on that gift to you.
In a globe that is rapidly heating, floes are not where we want to be. We need to stand elsewhere. In an uncertain world life may not require us to be strong. Maybe it is asking us to be generous instead. We can find out.
Freedom is our inheritance, it is our path, and it is our destination. We were born into it, we need to live it, and we need to mature to embody it. What does it mean to be free?
Plenty Please is a post about nature, its cycles, and us. Where do we stand and how do we choose? The desire to resist change arises, it's common to us humans, with our feeble instincts, but ease and joy arise, when we let go. Can we let go and be a part of the cycle? Because there is no eternity.
A written work is an expression of experiences and insights. A form of art not created for the sake of artistic merit or for self-fulfilment, but art that is created for wellbeing, because it is naturally accompanied by it.