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How time flies! I realise I haven’t posted anything in August and now it is the last day! I have been working on my book, writing an article for the Shiatsu Society news (for those of you in the UK  hopefully it will be in the next Journal) on “Developing Yin First – Bonding with the Earth’,  as well as having some time off in the countryside.

As my daughter, Rosa Lia,  was in India recently, it prompted me to dig out the project I did when I spent time in India in 1981! Going to India was my first journey outside Europe and  it had a profound effect on me. I volunteered on Women’s development projects, stayed in a tribal village, Lakhamandal near Dehra Dun in  Uttarakhand, (Uttar Pradesh, when I was there) and experienced various village festivals as well as visiting temples and ashrams. I could have written many blogs on that if we had had the internet!

However I was also influenced by the thoughts of the poet Rabindranath Tagore, and Krishnamurti.  They still inspire me today and so I would like to share some quotes from Krishnamurti as well as a poem by Tagore.

“To have compassion means to have passion for all things, not just between two people, but for all human beings, for all the things of the earth, for the animals, for the trees, everything the earth contains. When we have such passion we will not despoil the earth as we are doing now, and we will have no wars.”  Krishnamurti

Here is a picture Rosa took in a temple which expresses for me compassion for things of the earth.

Caring for a temple in India by Rosa Lia

Caring for a temple in India by Rosa Lia

I can see now how I was drawn so much to the study of Chinese medicine which expresses this wholeness and interconnection.

For the introduction to my project I chose this poem of Tagore, which still resonates. Enjoy!

Judgement, by Rabindrath Tagore

Do not judge

Where you live is but a small corner of this earth

So far as your eyes reach

They encompass so little

To the little your hear

You add your own voice

You keep good and bad, black and white

Carefully apart

In vain you make a line

To draw a limit

If a melody is hidden within you

Awaken it as you go along the road

In song there is no argument

No call to work

He who pleases will respond

He who pleases not will pass it by

What matter if some men are good

And some are not?

They are all travellers of the same road

Do not judge

Alas time flies by

And all debate is in vain

Look, the flowers blooming at the forest’s edge

Bring a message from the sky

For she is a friend of the earth:

In July rains

The grass floods the earth with green

And fills her cup to the brim

Forgetting self

Fill your heart with simple joy

Traveller

Scatter freely along the road

The treasure you gather as you go