I noticed it Harinath. Yes, we are so filled up with having to go through our day, that we stop noticing what is important, and who is important but fill it up with mostly mundane stuff we won’t even remember the next day!
This is such an important message Shalini! I’ve struggled my whole life to allow the most important tasks to receive most of my attention. It’s surprising that this remains such a challenge, especially for a retired person.
Simplify, simplify, simplify. That’s my motto for today. Thank you for the reminder.
Yes, isn’t that the truth, why do we unnecessarily complicate our lives by taking on so much more than we can spend our time on. We don’t give ourselves space to breathe at all.
When they were little, I took my boys to so many classes, swimming, piano, karate, baseball, chess. I was so tired that one day, as I was dropping them off at chess class, I slept right at their front of the teachers home without even turning off the ignition.
Out of all those classes, I don’t know if any of them have them anything at all. Perhaps they learnt a little bit everywhere they might come to use to them someday and I hope they would otherwise I’d have wasted my life and my energy for nothing.
Now also, I see myself wasting myself by pouring into Substack when I could be spending that quality time with my daughter or husband among other things.
And so, that lesson, that conviction is what came to life in this poem. Thank you for appreciating it. So happy to hear your words of appreciation! 💕
Yday I gave below comment on a poem written by my dear friend...n the same comments applies here as well...
A warning to all rabbits —
slow down.
The world looks different
when you stop running.
I noticed it Harinath. Yes, we are so filled up with having to go through our day, that we stop noticing what is important, and who is important but fill it up with mostly mundane stuff we won’t even remember the next day!
WOW!
This is such an important message Shalini! I’ve struggled my whole life to allow the most important tasks to receive most of my attention. It’s surprising that this remains such a challenge, especially for a retired person.
Simplify, simplify, simplify. That’s my motto for today. Thank you for the reminder.
Thank you Karin. We are all in the same boat, all still learning from life! Except I have inspiration teaching me in the stillness of sleep! 😇
Even the title of this piece alone will stay with me. Animals have called my name since birth, my truest love and always will be. <3
Thank you Stephanie! You have warmed my heart once again! 💕
Shalini,
You wrote a poem that breathes simplicity — but inside that simplicity, there’s a call.
You speak of the few things that call us by name, and I think: yes — not everyone who speaks to us knows who they’re calling.
The world shouts, but only a few voices pronounce us truly.
You reminded me that what matters isn’t the number of calls, but the clarity of one sound — the one that calls not for use, but for recognition.
You gave a name to the silence where the real voice lives.
Thank you for this piece — it feels like a return to breathing, to the first sound of one’s name, before all the roles and demands.
A rare tenderness — born not of weakness, but of a tired kind of wisdom.
Yes, isn’t that the truth, why do we unnecessarily complicate our lives by taking on so much more than we can spend our time on. We don’t give ourselves space to breathe at all.
When they were little, I took my boys to so many classes, swimming, piano, karate, baseball, chess. I was so tired that one day, as I was dropping them off at chess class, I slept right at their front of the teachers home without even turning off the ignition.
Out of all those classes, I don’t know if any of them have them anything at all. Perhaps they learnt a little bit everywhere they might come to use to them someday and I hope they would otherwise I’d have wasted my life and my energy for nothing.
Now also, I see myself wasting myself by pouring into Substack when I could be spending that quality time with my daughter or husband among other things.
And so, that lesson, that conviction is what came to life in this poem. Thank you for appreciating it. So happy to hear your words of appreciation! 💕
Shalini, I recognized the place you’re writing from.
I’ve been there too — when everything outside loses meaning and only one question remains: “why at all?”
I went far into silence and thought I would stay there forever.
But something — not curiosity, not fear — just a quiet calling — brought me back.
Back to people. To words. To the movement of life itself.
Maybe that’s the answer.
Thank you for acknowledging that You know. Like I said, so glad to have found you here!