Author: Rhea
Déjà vu…we know the feeling.. something new feels familiar.And there is..Jamais vu…when the familiar feels foreignSay a word you have known all your life…Again..and again and againSuddenly ..something starts to disintegrate.. slowly ..The meaning…and with it all the various threads of stories attached to itStarts to disappears….Like a rewind film undoing the line drawn..The Word that once arrived effortlessly in your mind..Now sits before you… like an object you have never seen…Strange..foreign.. perhaps like the time when you first heard it..You know it..somewhere deep in your mind,.But for a few suspended seconds.. you cannot reach the knowing.It tastes different in…
The grief had settled in my throat.It was the kind that made breathing feel like a hard choice. Beneath it was helplessness… the ache of witnessing something that matteredand not knowing how to respond….except through the tears.The restlessness was anything but quiet Against the advice of many… I went to the protest…Not because I believed I could change anything…. I went because I needed to be there….. to see with my eyes and heart.To let my body feel and know..I needed to stand there in teh river that was flowing…. And something unexpected happened….I could breathe deeply …again. The young people…
Strike the shoulders..bruise the backs.Raise the stickagainst the unafraid …unarmed….future?Let the sirens drown the songs…Let the cameras witness what power doeswhen it grows afraid of questions,of truth of a people who are no longer afraid…?It was never the stones you feared.It was a notebook ..A slogan spoken…without hatred.And yes you should be afraid….nowA generation has discovered its own voice.You struck not flesh alone..You struck…at hope.You charged not a crowd but tomorrow.Your children’s tomorrow..Yet listen… The earth is older than every and any empire.The wind has carried the names of tyrants away like ash…Yet we don’t learn from history we keep glorifying…
To know and be that knowing,is to not hold,but be readyto become otherwise.To loosen what we’ve named,Once..to let the light revise us,and step…unguarded.. into change.The Perfect storm awaits,At the Verge.~Rhea
I am the woman, smeared in her own asheswho walked through fire and did not ask it to be kind.I came through not unmarked, not untouchedbut carrying the ash like a testimony, of the fires journey.To the ocean that did not rush me.It waited patiently and with faith,as it always had.Calling not with urgency but with playful truth.It moved in its slow way, responding to the moon,touching the shore again and again,They danced their ancient dance..as if for the first time.As if nothing had been lost…as if nothing could.I did not come to be washed clean.I came to remember.To stand…
Laughter happens..like a bird lifting, suddenlyNo asking, no warning, no explanation.The head falls back.Eyes close.The throat exposed..nothing to guard.The body softens, drops its armour.For a moment..no control.And in that moment..the mind goes quiet.You are gone.Just sound.Just breath.Sometimes tears.Just life moving through.No meaning.Only the experience of the presentEphemeral and eternal.In laughter, you don’t become vulnerable.You really see ..there was never anyone there to defend.For a moment,you stop arranging yourselffor the world.And in that opening..without effort,SpontaneouslyYou belong…To yourself.. to the world around youFully.May we remember…To fall open like this.To trust the breaking.To let life move through usUnheld,Unafraid.Uninhibited.~Rhea
A loving motherwants her child to feel happy, all the timeA good mother wants her child to grow. Love, when it is only softness, tries to protect a child from discomfort.Goodness, when it is rooted in love.. Knows, that some discomfort is necessary for strength, character, and wisdom. A loving mother says, “I don’t want you to feel upset.”A good mother says, “I can handle your upset if it helps you become who you are meant to be.” Being nice keeps the moment calm.Being strong holds the line when the moment is hard. A good mother understands that discipline is…
The divide between people who are excited about AI and those who resist it may not be just technological, It may be psychological, and also.. very fundamental.Narcissistic wound.For centuries, we humans defined ourselves and alos, separated from other species ,by notions of intelligence, creativity, and language. And s AI begins to operate in those same spaces, it can feel like a subtle blow to our sense of uniqueness , what psychology might call a narcissistic wound. Not consciously ofcourse but emotionally.The silent unarticulated question we may be reacting to,“ If machines can do this too, what makes us special?”The polarization…
People don’t resist change. They resist confusion.When clients bring organizational challenges, the issue is rarely just structural or strategic. It is layered with history, identity, pride, and fear. Understanding the full context is essential before attempting alignment. Clarity articulated as deeper WHY is needed. The Narrative made explicit.Case.A new leader stepped into a 70-year-old tech institution and moved quickly to refresh the company values.On paper, it was logical.The market had changed. The workforce had changed.The strategy had changed. So of course, the values should evolve.What wasn’t obvious was what ALL this change would touch, stir, and unearth. Organizations are living…
Be or Remember.When people say “Be who you are,” they usually mean Be Authentic, don’t pretend, don’t change just to please others. It’s great advice about self-expression and being Real. Letting your feelings, and truth show up in the world.But there’s a Quiet problemMany of us don’t actually know who we are beneath the habits, labels, fear, conditioning, roles, and expectations. So “Be who you are” can be quite confusing… or even impossible. One does not know where to even begin.In Lion King, when Simba is frolicking, eating bugs singing ;Hakuna Matata” , he is ‘Being himself”. And then is…