“Where Does Tenderness Come From….”

Maternal Tenderness


Those words of Poet Marina Tsvetaeva touched my heart, twisted and rung it until kindness oozed out of it.


Tender – that word is so soft, just repeating it makes me go all mushy.


Yes, where does it come from? Do I need to question that word or its origin?  Where does this Tenderness come from?


From the depths of within, that word melts the hardened edges and reveals the soft glowing core. When I feel tender I am vulnerable, the fresh new spring growth of mine needs protection from the cold frost bite of feelings trying to burn it or harden it before the leaves fully unfolded.  I need to protect this tenderness freezing from that bitter cold of unexpressed grief, cover it gently so it doesn’t get burnt in that raging bush fire of anger.  I need to water this tenderness with the soft rain of love everyday and keep it undercover until its tendrils grow strong enough to tightly wind themselves around the poles of grief and anger.  The dark poles that are dug deep into the earth of my heart are also the very structures tha tenderness can lean on.


Where does this Tenderness come from?


From the mulch of my heart ‘Tenderness’ emerges as songs on my lips, twinkle in my eyes, touch through my hands – making me soft, open and vulnerable.





About Padma Ayyagari

I am a Human Values Activist, passionate about and trying to live steeped in Spirituality. I live with the knowledge that Love is the undercurrent of all human life. I believe in Unity of Faiths, Unity in diversity and try and live my life with unity in thought, word and deed. Helping others to lead a life of practical spirituality that will give peace of mind is my passion and life purpose.
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5 Responses to “Where Does Tenderness Come From….”

  1. J-in-Paradise says:

    A beautiful and thoughtful enry.

    Tenderness affects me differently. I don’t feel vulnerable; rather I feel more at peace and more – I guess, at One with all, more ‘in balance’ when I experience tenderness and tender feelings. I feel more, that I am two huge eyes that drink in all I can see, directly to my heart and my soul, bypassing thoughts and yet filling each nerve-ending with the certainty that this is a Truth, and it is precious.

    I think that sense of unique Treasure is something we’re both expressing. Thank you for the opportunity, my dear friend!

    Sending you greetings of sunshine, birdsong, peace and harmony – and missing you!!


  2. Hey Jo, thank you for visiting back. I thought you might have forgotten. Thanks for your comments as well and for greetings. We miss you too!!!!!


  3. J-in-Paradise says:

    I read here a lot, just don’t always write. You always challenge me to think, and to slow down/calm down. 🙂 Just like when we could see each other!!

    Thought of you at Holi – we remembered it at work, during Orthodox Lent. Our Hindu participants were surprised!

    Hug everyone for me…say hello to the autumn colours, too. I truly miss them; here we are already into shorter evenings but we don’t have the stunning colours or smells of autumn. And it’s still hot.


  4. Aravind says:

    Lovely imagery! For once, words were worth a thousand pictures!


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