Life's little Punctuation Marks
How blase our speech would be if we didnt use any punctuation - I've heard some people talk - they have no periods, commas or semi-colons when they talk, its a rather monotonous drone and I wonder if they even stop to catch their breath in between..
Yesterday, I attended a workshop called "The Articulate Woman - Finding your voice" - I relaxed so completely during the 3-hr workshop, and I realized this is where I am at peace, this is when I relax - when I am learning, growing, reflecting and correcting... We go about our daily lives, caught up in a routine of some sort, and then there are those chance encounters, those little experiences, that are transformative - that make us stop and think for a little while - we never forget those people or those experiences...
In my mind, all those transformative experiences are punctuation marks in life - they are what enable us to catch our breath, to soak in all that life has to offer - if we didnt have those, life would feel and perhaps be very monotonous, and after a point, perhaps feel purposeless - the worst agony of all -
At the workshop, I met older women, who probably just wanted to check the workshop out, I met lawyers, business owners and other professionals - and as I looked around the room, noone was exceptionally beautiful or accomplished or rich. But I was able to experience a certain beauty in the room that transcended everything tangible - they all wanted to learn , they all wanted to improve. The panel of lawyers were all women of South Asian origin, women who've dedicated a part of their lives to helping other women by being involved with organizations such as Maitri and Narika - organizations that help victims of domestic violence who are of a South Asian origin. As they spoke, I could feel the passion in their voices, the strength of their conviction... they simply refuse to accept that its OK to be the "abused"...
I discerned an almost childlike naivety in these women - an unshaking belief that they could, somehow, change the world just through their strength and their passion - and I realized, with a shudder, that they were...
I felt I was home.
Yesterday, I attended a workshop called "The Articulate Woman - Finding your voice" - I relaxed so completely during the 3-hr workshop, and I realized this is where I am at peace, this is when I relax - when I am learning, growing, reflecting and correcting... We go about our daily lives, caught up in a routine of some sort, and then there are those chance encounters, those little experiences, that are transformative - that make us stop and think for a little while - we never forget those people or those experiences...
In my mind, all those transformative experiences are punctuation marks in life - they are what enable us to catch our breath, to soak in all that life has to offer - if we didnt have those, life would feel and perhaps be very monotonous, and after a point, perhaps feel purposeless - the worst agony of all -
At the workshop, I met older women, who probably just wanted to check the workshop out, I met lawyers, business owners and other professionals - and as I looked around the room, noone was exceptionally beautiful or accomplished or rich. But I was able to experience a certain beauty in the room that transcended everything tangible - they all wanted to learn , they all wanted to improve. The panel of lawyers were all women of South Asian origin, women who've dedicated a part of their lives to helping other women by being involved with organizations such as Maitri and Narika - organizations that help victims of domestic violence who are of a South Asian origin. As they spoke, I could feel the passion in their voices, the strength of their conviction... they simply refuse to accept that its OK to be the "abused"...
I discerned an almost childlike naivety in these women - an unshaking belief that they could, somehow, change the world just through their strength and their passion - and I realized, with a shudder, that they were...
I felt I was home.
posted by NV at 9:34 AM
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