Showing posts with label Hamshya Rajkumar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hamshya Rajkumar. Show all posts

November 28, 2016

Marking the Sand

By Hamshya Rajkumar
White Sands National Monument, NM
October 26, 2016

This sand is special. It doesn’t cling to you. You don’t sink into it. Firm bounciness.
Tempting to mark. On a vast scale. All over a dune. I could make it mine. So many dunes.
This must be how the domination of nature began.


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November 25, 2016

Water

By Hamshya Rajkumar
Big Bend State Park, TX
October 23, 2016

I went on a journey with Rachel today to track down water. We chased the water. We followed its meandering carve in the landscape. We saw its trace without a physical watery presence. We wandered its path and experienced everything it would.
Until we found a spring. With life spreading from it.
Water is very much so alive

Perhaps more so than we are nowadays.

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November 13, 2016

Pipes

By Hamshya Rajkumar
Presidio, Texas
October 21, 2016

We have forgotten to feel with our entire body and being.
Unlike the snake, who cannot forget.
What their senses tell them is critical to their survival.
Those pipes are gonna affect us, wherever we are.



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November 8, 2016

Sooranna

By Hamshya Rajkumar
Gila, NM
October 15, 2016

Today I danced among the trees. But it wasn’t a dance exactly. I can’t find a word to describe it. So I will invent a new word: sooranna.


I stood barefoot within a tree moving to no music, but my own rhythm played by the elements and I melted into a sooranna.

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November 1, 2016

TEMP TA TION

By Hamshya Rajkumar
Valle Vidal
October 1, 2016

The nights are cold here. We stare at the fire. It draws us in. Everyone looks slightly possessed. Lines from Heaven 17’s Temptation entered my mind especially when Rachel noted how tempted she was to the fire. (I have been having many songs entered my head, the organs from the Doors’ Riders of the storm, “your imagination” part from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and fruit salad yummy yummy plagued me)

I then immediately wanted to have an 80’s dance party to warm us up during cold nights with killer speakers in the Valle Vidal’s wide grassy meadows.



October 20, 2016

Being in the water

By Hamshya Rajkumar
Wild Rivers
September 26, 2016


The water looks beautiful, but it’s cold.
I don’t want to embrace the cold.
But I just got in anyway for the challenge.
I used the mantra ‘Fruit salad, yummy yummy” to calm and distract my mind from the cold.
It wasn’t even intentional, I wasn’t aware, it felt like an instinctual coping mechanism.
I also got the giggles, I felt like I was 3.
I sought warmth on the rocks that absorb the heat from the sun, and we cuddled for so long. With the sun on my back.

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Going for a mighty rock, for a colossal flat cuddle




October 13, 2016

Reprioritise? Water is more precious than oil

By Hamshya Rajkumar
Four corners
September 24, 2016

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Shrine-like Mandalas to consolidate the experience over the past few days.






































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Looking at different areas on this planet, a form of abuse occurs everywhere on all scales and life. Rarely have I been in such a location and have become a physical witness of brutality. To be shocked and sad exhibits ignorance to certain extent, however I can only place very little blame here.
The practice of the transmutation of pain to willpower should be encouraged instead. This form of 'healing' should not be underestimated. It drowns those who can feel it (knowing allows for desensitisation and distance) as the pain it creates will ruminate, weaken and destroy.  Wallowing gets you nowhere.
Which is almost akin to theorising and conceptualising. I won't dispute its ability to expand ways of seeing and understanding, but now we have reached a point where we have become surrounded by exploitation that now demand action.   
I just feel tired and angry of cyclic forms of violence here. I ended up forging interventions in my head against fracking. I began to imagine what it would be like if one day if America woke up to painted oil rigs with an array of protests nationwide like the Dams. Could that spark something? Could that set off a boiling feeling of change? How do we restore our power in this situation? I kept thinking, but everything I desire to do feels far too big and silly.
I need vanguard comrades.
I can only do so little.
Yet to be born in between those who hold the riches and those who fight for everyday survival constitutes a strange luck and perhaps power within the mass of the middle. There are many "lucky" people today but we lack faith. Capitalism deludes us into thinking we have no agency and our voices are phantom.
However, being around a person like Larry who gives and fights into his later years of his life empowering those who cross his path and seeing the hope being filtered down to the next generations who strive to re-establish control to local communities and people. Seeing how much they feel the need for a sense of community to belong to something larger than themselves. I absorbed inspiration from here and collected another reason added to my list. How much more validation do I need.

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Larry's aversion towards theorising and conceptualising is another rarity I witnessed. The demand to speak from heart can appear bizarre, particularly to those who are involved in education. It can be a difficulty, a commonality or a yearning for some to communicate in such manner.  I feel that all human being should be experts from speaking from the heart! But it is uncomfortable in most societies today.
After being in the Hogan and asked to speak our stories make me think about the lack of familiar communal space to speak our story and be respected and understood on the basis that this has constituted part of who you are in this space and time should also not be rarity and a difficult experience.

Last Notion, (I have too many)
Participating in the sun rise ceremony yanked me back to my childhood when I kneeled on the side of the sofa to look out of the window at a moody Glaswegian sky with the sun rising and I would sing "Good Morning Mr Sun"
I embedded the feeling of the seemly childish awe and simplicity into my prayer.
No matter which ways of being we have absorbed, there is no harm in greeting the sun when it rises and sets. It reminds us that we are made up of the remnants of exploding stars. This is a perspective we have all become too distracted to see blurring our identification as a mere human being. Could this be a solution?



October 1, 2016

To Dam Capitalism?

By Hamshya Rajkumar
Glen Canyon Dam
September 11, 2016


American water rights in illogical to me. One more point added to my list of reasons justifying a revolution.

September 25, 2016

Silence

By Hamshya Rajkumar
Muley Point
September 9, 2016


The vast Desert is silent.
In silence and solitude, I can locate myself.
I closed my eyes and I danced to the wind.
Ananda (bliss*)

It has been a long time since I tuned into my surrounding.

September 21, 2016

Finding Home

By Hamshya Rajkumar
Headwaters
September 1, 2016


I nearly got lost when finding my tent last night. I have decided to give use to the torched silver birches laying around to construct a path to my tent. I felt like a kid again running around an enormous playground. I was constantly running into spider webs. Accidentally home wrecking. Perhaps I could have been more mindful.

Listening to Neighbours

By Hamshya Rajkumar
Albuquerque
August 30, 2016


Listening to intricate water utility systems defeated me.
I wish I could be treated like a child as hand puppets would deliver complex information to me successfully. I feel overwhelmed.
However, at Mountain View community gardens I absorbed and felt every single word. There was even a moment where I felt tears forming in my eyes. I met a neighbour today. (I have taken a liking to the word ‘neighbour’.) Very rarely do I meet someone who can embrace another as a neighbour blind to race, gender or any other binary we are seemingly tied to. I was overjoyed to be in a community garden with the goal of unification who will empower any human being without any form of discrimination. We were given three rules (never forget where you came from, never forget those who made this opportunity for you, always give back to those who gave to you) which my family instilled in me. What warmed me even more is to hear the same values from another side of the world in a different cultural setting from the one I was raised in. All words were spoken with conviction and heart. I was incredibly delighted to be in a place that strive to enforce change. When I get filled with this much bliss and inspiration I generally want to hug them.
I got my hug.
I’m just so happy now.

Thank You