That Woman…


I see a woman, bent over a pot of hot curry, stirring it, as she smells it to assess if the ingredients had come together. If it smells like a memory, it’s cooked right, she always says. She walks with a bounce around the house to the sound of soft soul music, setting the table and laying the plates. Her peaceful eyes gleam with wisdom, they reflect the peace within. She looks exactly like her mother did at her age, but she is nothing like her mother. There is contentment in her heart and joy in her soul. Her life is of her own making, she loves it to the last bit.

She pulls her fine, black hair back into a tight bun, as she checks on the curry, still brewing, smelling like Christmas eve at her grandparents’ house when she was a little girl. The evening is getting colder, she floats across her tiny cottage shutting the windows, drawing the curtains. There are a million stars in the sky, and every night you can watch them twinkle in a rhythm.

Supper is ready and the lights are lit. She looks beyond the gate, calling her dogs by their names. They come rushing, she can see their heads bobbing over the horizon, bringing with them a gust of energy and the chilly mountain wind. She raised them since they were babies, like her own children, growing up in front of her eyes, little by little, every day. They rush to their bowls which she fills with water. They drink it splashing it all over themselves and the floor, panting as they do.

There is beauty in tranquility.
There is bliss in finding it.


The Fundamental Strive


It is in the most unexpected twists and turns of life that we find the true sense of our being. The ups in life make me realize that I’m thankful to God more than anything. I realize that even though I have no control over life and all that comes with it, I’m glad that the One who does control it, gave it to me and on certain days makes it feel so darn good. There are no such things as ‘little’ joys.  

The downs in life teach me lessons that I’d never learn any other way. This realization isn’t one of the best to come to, but it’s true. Sure, it’s easy to say it now, when I’m not in the middle of a depressing life situation, but when I look back at the ones I’ve had, I realize that I’m truly stronger because of the lessons I learned during the hard times.

I believe that a person’s true self comes out in the way they deal with an extreme situation. When great success shakes your hand, do you become proud or do you stay humble? If you find yourself amidst your worst nightmare, would you cower or gather all your strength to hold your ground? When you’re feeling defeated and let down, do you sink to the bottom or put on a brave front? When your world is shattered, do you want to give up and die, or do you efficaciously strive to keep the faith?

I’m a human, reacting to emotions in ways that often go against my better judgment. But, that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop trying to one notch-up myself. So, I welcome all the twists and turns, remembering that the life’s not about them, they’re just reinforcement; it’s about using them to be a better, stronger woman.