In this episode of the Srishtiscape Podcast, Srishti Verma explores the concept of 'soft power' in creativity, emphasizing the importance of creating for oneself rather than for external validation. She discusses the pressures of performance in the creative process, the resulting burnout, and the need to reconnect with one's authentic expression. Srishti invites listeners to embrace softness in their creative endeavors and offers gentle prompts to inspire joy in creation.
Takeaways
Discover the transformative power of stillness in life's rush. Embrace tranquility, find joy, and share the beauty of the journey on the Srishtiscape podcast.
Everyone deals with insecurity from time to time. It can appear in all areas of life. It's normal to have down days
Often,
I fear, worry and self-doubt.
Questions like Am I good enough,
Am I doing enough
Am I worthy
strikes on my door heavily, making me insecure
Until one day, my brave self knocked on that door and said:
This perfection you crave is a disguise for insecurity
Don’t let perceptions of others
Dictate your reality or cause insecurities within self
Just be you, regardless of your trophies or insecurities.
You’re a dose of sunshine and glitter
Just decide to live, love, and be deliriously happy from this moment forward.
From that minute, I turned my Insecurities into strength
Because I am Smart,
Talented and Pretty enough.
All my fears, worries, and that perfection I craved
Were nothing but disguise for insecurity
Just decide to live, love, and be deliriously happy from this moment forward.
In life, we are given trials. We can either be stricken down by them or become strong and grow because of them them. The poem talks about how people, like trees, grow and reach their true potential by overcoming adversity. It is through struggles, like a tree fighting through forest growth, to reach the sun, that we grow and discover our true potential.
The tree that never had to fight
   For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
   And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
   But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil
   To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
   Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
   But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease,
   The stronger wind, the stronger trees,
The further sky, the greater length,
   The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
   In trees and men good timbers grow.
Where thickest lies the forest growth
   We find the patriarchs of both.
And they hold counsel with the stars
   Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
   This is the common law of life.
- Douglas Malloch
Ep 3: Close your eyes and visualise as I recite Daffodils by William Wordsworth.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
630 frames is a metaphor being used in this poem, meaning being different than self and trying to fit in. Here's the transcript of the poem:Â
After 630 frames,Â
Now I'm accepting myself It has taken time, many years, people and 630 frames.
Dripping with self-love, Trusting the greatest power,
Withdrawing and prioritizing my need for the solitude and my higher self.
It purely took the wisdom, the faith & the virtue of letting go.
Now, it's finally the time to accept.Â
After 630 frames,
I'm accepting myself It has taken time, many years, people and 630 frames.Â
- Srishti Verma
Hey guys! In this experimental podcast, I am reciting one of my favourite poem by Robert Frost- Stopping by woods. Sit back and relax!
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost