An old experience came up and enabled an important connection. That happiness is about making art. And art is about slicing vegetables (and fruits) finely.
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| Art is a flower falling perfectly |
Let me explain. When we think of art what we conjure up are images of great creativity. But they are borne out of an attitude of great care. And great care comes with great love. Anything in life becomes art if we approach it with great care and love.
And I experienced it when I was cutting up vegetables and realised that I could do it finely. Like the man who cut his pineapples (finely) many years ago. With all his heart.
https://harimohanparuvu.blogspot.com/2018/02/the-old-man-and-his-pineapples.html
Could I just take any mundane job and make it art? I could. I could slice up my veggies finely. It instantly transported me into a focused space, into a world of purpose, into a world of creation, of me being my own, of me creating. For myself. But it will make an impact on those who experience it - who see it, who taste it.
Life is that to me then - making art out of everything I touch in my life. And it is about chopping veggies finely. Happiness.
