Welcome to Musings Under The Tree, our blog space of free wheeling expression. Sometimes in the form of poetry or prose, verbal or audio-visual, personal meaning-making or highlighting someone else’s work, here is where we tell the stories that matter to us. We may ponder, observe or dream. Sometimes we may also indulge in a good old satisfying rant for there is freedom under the Tree, a license to be just who we want to be at that moment.
If I had a story to tell, what would I choose to say?
What would be the beginning and what would be the end?
I could be the hero or I could be the witch,
I could be anything in the stories that I spin.
I could be a woman, lover, child,
Friend, tormentor or wife.
I could hide or be in disguise,
As I weave the warp and weft of my life.
Sometimes in joy, praise or pain
With scorn or under constraint,
I pick through various possibilities
As the story slowly takes shape.
I could be pointless, profound, profane
I could be without form or shape
I could bore you to tears or bring a smile to your face.
For though you are my audience, I really spin for myself
By Reshma Prakash
When Reshma isn’t counselling or reading heavy stuff about counselling, she’s pottering around her plants, travelling and dreaming of opening a shelter for cats. She considers herself a world citizen who’s come home to roost with an eclectic collection of critters and creatures that include two children and a husband.
Reshma has a Master’s degree from the U.S. and has worked in New York City as a journalist and in Geneva with the World Health Organization. Using the principles of the humanistic school as a foundation, she is pursuing advanced training in Transactional Analysis. She uses both TA and Cognitive Behavioral Therapy in her work.