Where did my Sleep go?

The one night you try to sleep early.
The night before you have to get up early.
You even did some sleepy time yoga.
You made sure you did not have any caffeine after 12 noon.
You had a bath.
You read.
You kept the TV off.

But.
You're in a strange bed.
In a hotel.
Even with your blankie there, it happens.

Your Sleep disappeared.
It just vanished.
One minute it was right there, within reach.
The next moment, gone.

And here you are, drawing, writing, reading some more.
Hoping Sleep would somehow come crawling back.
And soon, not at 3am…

Ass vs. Class

Never sink down to their level is what I say to myself.

As Mark Twain once said, “Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience.”

Classiness is not letting them get to you.

Entering a conversation with an ass is the quickest way to become one.

Pineapple

I often ask people, if you were a fruit, what would you be?

In a previous (actually rather long ago now…) post, I said I’d be a grape.

Soft on the outside, but my core is tiny yet tough, almost unbreakable.

Pineapples on the other hand, are rough on the outside, sweet on the inside.

They stand tall and wear a beautiful crown.

This post is dedicated to my daughter, who has a fondness for pineapples.

YouTube Channel – A Life So Luminous

I am going to do regular videos of my drawing process.

These will be posted on the A Life So Luminous YouTube channel which you can subscribe to and share with your friends.

Let me know how you like them and what more you’d like to see!

A Life So Luminous YouTube Channel

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The Process of a Doodle

Click this link for “The Making of Siddhartha”, video of how the doodle was drawn!

Enjoy!

A Life So Luminous Facebook Page

And while you are there, please LiKE my page! And remember to click for SOUND for your viewing pleasure!

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What’s your word?

Last week I posted my daughter’s word for her 2017 – shine.

Then my friend Fen commented that her word for 2017 is “kindness”.

So here is a doodle for Fen, and everyone else who would like to make kindness a daily habit, a way of life, and their religion.

Time, give me time.

Time is all we’ve got.

And time is all we can give.

If someone can’t even give you their time, you know you’re not important to them.

If someone says, I do care but I’m just too busy, that’s just fucking horseshit.

#FHS #fuckinghorseshit  #notsoluminous

 

The Art of Doing Nothing – part 2

Last weekend, I discovered something interesting for myself.

I gave myself permission to “do nothing” all weekend.

Even posted on Facebook that that was my plan. To do nothing.

So having no pressure to do anything at all, not a single weekend to-do list, and not even the intention to do my usual fanatical laundry/ ironing/ cleaning the house and rearranging all my furniture kind of day, I felt really light and free.

And then…

I did some drawings.

I went to the movies and watched The Martian.

I met a friend for dinner and made new plans for a new project.

I read.

I gave my dog a bath.

I sorted, cleaned and reorganized my entire jewellery/ accessories collection. 

I finsihed a small side project that I had been doing.

I did a whole bunch of research on neuroscience and epigenetics and ended up watching hours of TED talks.

The Art of Doing Nothing. 

Or perhaps I should say, allowing yourself to do nothing can be liberating and much more motivating than having a big list of what you think you should/ need/ ought to be doing.

Now I just have to try it again several times to see if this magic really works. And if you are keen to give it a go, do let me know how it worked for you!

  

Not So Little Things…(with a longish story attached)

Last week I was thankful for tiny little things like jalapeƱos.

This week I’d like to appreciate my washing machine.

Not just for washing my clothes, but for reminding me to “do all things with love”.

There’s a story behind this.

There was a time when I was one miserable human being who felt that she had no purpose in life.

I was always tired and had very little motivation to do anything at all.

And like a lot of lost souls, I tried to find solace in whatever was available.

Books, books and more books.

Then I became desperate, realising that I was not getting any answers out of books.

One day a friend suggested that I go and check out a “Wellness Centre” that had everything from yoga, tarot cards to spiritual healing. I was willing to give anything a try, even Ouja Boards if they had some. Problem was, I didn’t have any spare cash to spend on something I considered “frivoulous”.

I went anyway. There were different people who had set up different stalls and corners offering art therapy and various types of readings. I kept a distance, close enough to be nosey and far enough that I did not make eye contact with anyone.

“Hello!”

The voice and tone sounded so warm and familiar that it made me stop and turn around.

It was an older lady behind a table covered with dozens of small vials of what I could only describe as coloured liquid. The moment I turned around she handed me a small basket and said, “Pick three!”

“I can’t afford this.”

“It’s OK, you need this. It’s free.” 

My logical mind was convinced that this sweet older lady with a German accent wanted to swindle me, but my emotional mind was so sad and desperate that when she said “you need this” I agreed wholeheartedly.

I don’t remember what bottles I chose and what their meanings were, but I just remember the lady telling me that I had one purpose here on earth – to learn to love. 

It scared me that she told me something that I had been struggling to figure out, but my logical mind of course wanted to challenge that.

“And how do I that?”

“Simple. Do all things with love. For example, when you do the laundry, do it with love. Fold your child’s clothes with love and appreciate how lovely it is to have a small child and to be able to give her clean clothes to wear.”

“I appreciate having a washing machine too, I don’t need to wash everything by hand.”

“Exactly! Just do this, and watch how everything changes. Your happiness will come when you learn to love.”

I went home that day and did what she suggested. It was not an instant fix. I am still learning to “do all things with love” and there are days when I have doubts, but I know that happiness is no longer elusive and my happiest moments are always the ones when I am doing things with love.

And that is why, I appreciate my washing machine. 

  
P.S. I never got a chance to thank this older lady for what she has given me. A chance and a way to find happiness. So every chance I have to share this with someone who’d listen, I see it as a way to pay her back for all the happiness that has come my way.

Thank you.