I had to fill out an application form for my yoga class. Thankfully it looked short and simple. So I began.
Name….Age…Gender…Address…Telephone number (brain on auto-pilot for all of these)
then the specifics
Food habits….health problems, if any…..(nothing new to report)
and this short section in the end took me entirely by surprise…how do the cricket-maniacs put it? A total googly? Something like that (pardon this cricket-o-phobic)
What do you like doing?
*Brows furrowed, chewing pen* I wrote “Reading, writing, music, painting”
And the last question was:
How many hours do you spend doing what you like doing:
– Per day
– Per week
– Per month
I was floored. And it has been on my mind ever since.
What is this life, if full of care, we have no time to stand or stare?
Sometimes the simplest cues can lead you to some major discoveries. I forgot that a life without fun and pleasure is no life at all; it is a godamn business organizer with no room for smudges or spontaneity.
I love painting. There is a certain sense of freedom, creative and spiritual that I experience from giving in to the magic of colours. It is a powerful experience…not caring about paint smudges or water on the floor or colouring outside the lines. It is a wonderous realization that order can create perfection but beauty comes from the unfettered, the unplanned, the spontaneous…the free spirit.
I think I’ve found a way out of the dungeon. Here’s one result:
For anyone who is interested, this is fabric paint on a cotton blouse. Painting this gave me more satisfaction than seeing the bonus on my paycheck.