The Shoe Project Session 3

Exercise: Write for 7 minutes uninterrupted, without thinking, whatever comes to your mind about movement.

Movement

A box consists of some marbles..you are shaking it vigorously. Here you go, you get movement. When I change the placement of my body- that is my movement. When a whole bunch of people wants something and makes sounds together- that is a movement. Society gets shaken, and it moves. A writer writes, she moves the thought of her readers. A singer sings, he moves his listeners' hearts. Once we're born, all our cells are moving forward..together, there's no stopping. My brain is in chaos, but yet time didn’t spare me. Time keeps moving & moving & moving. Every day, I am running since I woke up. My brain is running with these weird thoughts, "Why is the sky blue, there's nothing there. Isn’t it weird that half the moon is right there, beside the glowing half - but we can't see her? Why is that?

"The carousel never stops turning."-that's what Ellis Grey said about life. So true. 

Exercise: Highlight 6/7 words that you like from the paragraph you have written about movement. Pick a word and write about that, uninterrupted, without thinking, whatever comes to your mind for 15 minutes.

Sound

Sound is a far-reaching dream of mine. As a South-Asian female, I was brought up not to make any sound. So, all through the first half of my life, I have been a very gentle girl; quiet with not a lot of expectation from the world. My motto was, not to bother anyone, not to bother anything. I am enough, I believed. I can do anything by myself. Job, children, home- you name it. Making sound was not one of my agendas in life. And then I became 35, and I learned there is something called help. And, wait what? Asking for help is possible? Others do that? I didn't know! I thought it was shameful, it's proof that you are not enough, you lack capabilities. My meek, quiet mind slowly starts to revolt. It wants to create sound. The problem is, I don't know how? 

So I keep pushing myself, to learn how to make sound & establish my existence.

Exercise: Pick anything from your surroundings. Imagine that is a character in your story. Elaborate the character.

The money plant on the turquoise tub

Name: Ms. T. Pothos

Currently living in: A big turquoise tub

Migrated from: A transparent 12"X5" rectangular box

Born out of: Mommy pothos from a forgotten shop

Friend: A string of colorful Christmas lights, they two are intertwined together.

Loves to eat: water and indirect sunlight

Favorite place: Under the shadow

Favorite treat: Miracle-gro water-soluble plant food 

Talks in: Leaf language with a Torontonian accent. When happy, the leaves are shiny, bottle green and they stand tall. When angry, some of them turn yellow, others look aloof. When they are sad, they bend toward the floor.

Motivation: Sunlight

Birth Story: I bought mommy pothos from a forgotten shop. It was not growing much for a long long time. So, I took half of it and put it in a jar of water. It was there for four or five months, and then I planted it back into soil on a transparent rectangular box that I stole from my daughter. She used to store her colors in this box. Maybe the memories that were left by the paint jars cuddled the plant which it needed so much. Also, the sunlight helped, I think. In three years, it grew almost 15' long.