The setting sun and the contrasting colours of the sky tells a story
I love sunsets; there is something indescribably beautiful about them. Time comes to a standstill; t he changing colours and contrasts of the sky leaves me mesmerizied. One moment dark and cloudy, and the next moment clear and a brilliant blue; the canvas of sky changes so beautifully and completely... Isn’t it so much like the contrasting experiences we face in our lives? Even more so now with the entire world in the grips of a pandemic that has changed and is changing so much around us, and in us. I wonder why contrasts come into our lives...and when they do, the tunnel seems inordinately long without any light in sight :( All is not lost for sure, and the good news is, nothing lasts forever:) Here is one of my favourite poems by Rumi, so relevant and so beautiful; it fills me with hope: Seeker, when you feel your soul contracting know it is for your own good. Allow not your heart to burn with grief. In times of expansion you spend ...