Yes, thats right! Good Mourning! No, its not a spelling mistake. It is Mourning, that I wish to write about.
Mourning, has been often related to something that happens after physical death. We may forget that, it also happens when a relationship, identity, philosophy, belief, feeling or an idea dies.
In todays fast paced world with the news of unrest, business layoffs and constant movements becoming a parts of our lives, the yearning of the soul, seeking time and space to mourn is increasing, but not being paid attention to. We have been conditioned to move on, keep going, as if nothing happened. We move from city to city, country to country, job to job, with ease and confidence showing on our faces as hurricanes wait to erupt inside us. To sit and mourn over what has died within us, is unacceptable to us, to our families and friends. It is a tender, vulnerable and very intimate space, where no one has the time or skill to tread? or is it courage to look at the deceased? Intimacy scares us, it makes us vulnerable.
But then, how do we become, who we want to become without looking at, who we were? without mourning for the death of parts of ourselves? and without sharing our vulnerabilities?
Mourning is an important, life giving ritual, a burning of old crop before tilling the soil again, to sow new seeds and to allow new life. We allow more space for aware creation, when we bring mourning into our consciousness. It energises us and helps us feel whole again.
What have you mourned for? What still aches inside of you that you wish to share and mourn for?
Find time to mourn, to create with awareness and celebrate intimacy with self.
My life journey began in a small village in Kanpur, U.P. I was raised by my grandparents for the first four years of my life. During the day I found myself running amidst the farms and the open sky, squinting at the sun. At nights I would sleep under the stars counting them and making weird patterns. The moon was my sleep partner then. My writing journey began at the age of thirteen, in Mumbai, when I bunked a class and found myself hiding from my maths teacher, amongst children, who were writing poetry for a competition. I wrote too, and to my surprise after a week, I was announced as the winner. Couple of months later I found myself battling lung tuberculosis, I was in complete isolation, but poetry gave me company. I wrote some really dark poetry around life and death and how beautiful death was. My writing and my imagination since then has been my greatest friend and confidant.
After my Post graduation in Microbiology, I was hired as a Scientist by a Multinational organisation. However, my soul kept humming a different song, although I was considered to have high potential and was known to be highly competent. After my marriage and two children, and nine years of corporate career, I jumped into humanities. I started conducting leadership workshops and interventions for organizations and I still do. My work helps me connect with the various aspects of human behavior and thus takes me closer to experiencing more of who I am. As a life and executive coach to several people, I observe their brightness and beauty, in their language and actions, and help them to see what I see. This helps them unleash their own spontaneity and experience more of who they really are. My work is my passion and it helps me grow. It makes my writing become more mature and rooted. Both writing and painting are meditative processes for me and help me explore new worlds, while creating deeper presence for myself.
I love to indulge in life, and I cheer for the same. I get excited and enthused about new ideas and great stories. I cry watching emotional scenes in movies and can easily get hooked on to some romantic drama. I love gardening and can be seen communicating with my plants in the mornings over green tea.
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