I Accept

Acceptance as a thought/idea/way of life is rising up in my consciousness from the past couple of days. First in a long discussion with my mil, I said that if we all were to accept situations, things and self as we were 90 percent of our problems will be sorted and she brought up the issue of choice, saying when one does not have any choice one has to accept. I think that there is no point in our life when we do not have a choice, we can choose to accept and move on or we can choose to not accept and wallow on. We do have a choice and in cases of death when we don’t give ourselves the choice to accept we remain in grief.
Anyways acceptance has in it the seeds of possibilities. One that of choosing to stay the way we are and be in the energy of “I am like this only”! the other when we accept the current situation, it opens us up to the possibility of taking an action and choosing to make a breakthrough.

Pottery Musings

I think pottery is an art form that is closest to the Creator and Creation. Just like we are made of panchatatva, earth, air, fire, water and akash (ether) as is a clay pot. the clay has air, is shaped using water, dried in air, then fired and when shaped as a pot holds the akash or the nothingness within itself. A pot becomes a pot in which something can be held, only because of this nothingness, if broken it is this that gets lost, rest just goes back to mix in with its own essence. It is this nothingness which is everything that is the soul, the shape that holds the expanse is the body.

The clay as shaped by the potter is unique, no 2 pieces are alike and mostly never can be, however much they belong to the same family; just like you and me. Its uniqueness/quirks/ imperfectly perfect character is what makes it so endearing and loving; just like you and me. The cracks that develop are the cracks from where the light enters into its soul; just like yours and mine. The akash/soul that its shape holds and makes it what it is, is something that is never born nor dies; just like you and me. The akash/soul blends in with the super soul when the pot breaks; just like you and me.