Dear Greenologicals ( a perfect title for all my logically thinking Greenologics supporters),
I am waking up from a Greenologics Rip van Winklish slumber that lasted several months. Greenologics has stayed permanently imprinted in my brain and it is only the fingers, keyboard and time that haven't found time together to make an input and upload possible. It seems that after considerable pondering, I have finally found my passion! The Dove chocolate of the promise series that I had opened gingerly about three years ago had commanded me with its dark-chocolatey bitter sweetness to "find my passion". The definitive assertion that the tiny silver foil held was undeniable, it was as if there could be no life without any passion. I stared at it with loving intensity and gently smoothed out all the kinks with the wide thumbnail until it shone bright and confident. I took it to school before the winter break and posted it on my window by the computer. It remained a constant companion, sometimes on the CPU that sat solidly under the flat-screen monitor, sometimes on the top right corner of the monitor itself (so I could not deny its presence). I pondered over it as I packed it carefully at the end of each school year for the summer. Out it came in August and found its central place in my cluttered work table.
I guess it takes as many viewings for it to become entrenched in the psyche like a radium needle and begins to take over the thought process. And it is in this rather long drawn process that the habit of believing in it takes birth. A passion in me is born! It has since been nurtured and well taken care of. My passion is in propagating a green, sustainable way of life through my writings, environment education for kids and my sharing of the philosophy of being able to know your inner true nature through spiritual knowledge and yogic practices. I am ready to perform, to push and reach my goal, one baby step at a time through each day as it comes.Today, I have been inspired to stir up from the long slumber, after reading the natural amble of Virginia Woolf's casual diary writing. The goal is to pour out ceaselessly and not pausing to think of a word during the first draft. This is a challenge and a breeze blended together and shades in between.
I insist that you prod me on if I have been silent for a week.
I am waking up from a Greenologics Rip van Winklish slumber that lasted several months. Greenologics has stayed permanently imprinted in my brain and it is only the fingers, keyboard and time that haven't found time together to make an input and upload possible. It seems that after considerable pondering, I have finally found my passion! The Dove chocolate of the promise series that I had opened gingerly about three years ago had commanded me with its dark-chocolatey bitter sweetness to "find my passion". The definitive assertion that the tiny silver foil held was undeniable, it was as if there could be no life without any passion. I stared at it with loving intensity and gently smoothed out all the kinks with the wide thumbnail until it shone bright and confident. I took it to school before the winter break and posted it on my window by the computer. It remained a constant companion, sometimes on the CPU that sat solidly under the flat-screen monitor, sometimes on the top right corner of the monitor itself (so I could not deny its presence). I pondered over it as I packed it carefully at the end of each school year for the summer. Out it came in August and found its central place in my cluttered work table.
I guess it takes as many viewings for it to become entrenched in the psyche like a radium needle and begins to take over the thought process. And it is in this rather long drawn process that the habit of believing in it takes birth. A passion in me is born! It has since been nurtured and well taken care of. My passion is in propagating a green, sustainable way of life through my writings, environment education for kids and my sharing of the philosophy of being able to know your inner true nature through spiritual knowledge and yogic practices. I am ready to perform, to push and reach my goal, one baby step at a time through each day as it comes.Today, I have been inspired to stir up from the long slumber, after reading the natural amble of Virginia Woolf's casual diary writing. The goal is to pour out ceaselessly and not pausing to think of a word during the first draft. This is a challenge and a breeze blended together and shades in between.
I insist that you prod me on if I have been silent for a week.
