On my way to work

This is the beauty that i now sometimes take for granted.

Pleasure

My friend on one of our loooong conversations about nothing in particular said that when you calculate , you only get what you give. Exact or maybe less. The graciousness of giving without calculating can only be matched with itself.

That is a thought I would like to remember. Though my motivations have a definite root in my past, what is not a band aid but an ornament for pleasure has revealed itself to me for the first time. I am collecting band aids you know, I ve made that my business for the last twenty years and today it struck me.. Maybe i have more than I may ever need. Maybe i should collect flowers instead :-)

It is a beautiful day because I have crossed a milestone and I would like to think I crossed it today. I love associating dates with events and remembering them like that. It makes everything tie up neatly in my head.

Hello Mr. Tiger.

I met a tiger who had been painted on a boy's face.
A nice toger :)

Windows

if you are listening to dramatic music and you are walking

it feels like life has much more drama
than can be contained in one 'real' day

you wonder if in some world,an audience is watching you
on a theatre screen

knowing that the train will come because they ve seen it leaving
a few minutes ago

the sun will play hide and seek,shadows will come and go

and you stand on a bridge
taking it all in

beauty that conforms to no known norms

Someone scattered some glass on a glass floor and shone light from beneath.

Blink Blink.

In a land that darkens in the blink of an eye
It seemed like I was teasing someone

The alluring night has taken its place as my friend for now
simply because we spend too much time together

these days...

The little people

Everytime there are situations
'we' dont see or enjoy
the little people appear.
like mushrooms
on a rainy day
A warm sunset that
went unnoticed...
Or berries that were redder than blood
forgotten in the hustle of everyday chores

A kind word that brightened up a day
and made a smile that no one saw
Light that fell on one side of a mall
and lit up one triangle of a blank square wall

A dear friend that kept a lonely soul company
through a night of doubt and dilemma
across several hundred miles
of ocean and skyscrapers

A pretty tree that sifted sunlight
like a prism that made a rainbow
that thrilled a two year old
who saw it from her window

The romance that wells up in your heart
when the weather suddenly turns dark
in the middle of the afternoon
They saw you smile.. they enjoyed the beauty
of your smiling face

Never say no one saw
because thats not true
the little people always saw,
heard and understood

Musings about the human spirit

After a good meal of high carbs, everything in life seems bearable. The pleasant sides of situations reveal themselves to me and smile. And I once again feel awed by the the resilience of the human spirit. I have always put myself in conventional positions and gone with the flow. I 've done what's 'right' and gone where many would kill to go. The only time, I ve broken the conservative rules I ve set for myself is in the last year. But that's another place, another life and another story.

The life I lead is enviably adventurous to everyone who isnt in my close circle of friends. The close circle.. ah well.. they know the story from my angle.. and more often than not, the angle I voice is the morbid one. But the truth is , as my dear cousin ( not really cousin, but i think we are only related by soul) has often pointed out to me, I see other angles than the morbid ones. Angles I rarely voice for fear it might vanish. Times when I think it is truly awesome to be me.Ah.. well.. I digress.

After witnessing resilience yet again, I remarked to a friend about how the spirit always survives.What she had to say was interesting. 'That is precisely why you shouldnt push it beyond a point'. That kind of control over life would make it heady for me. I am not able to come to a decision on what house to move into leave alone which country to park myself in.I have always taken my resilience for granted and believed it would flow no matter what. This was a new idea. To preserve that spirit of mine. For a place and time over which I may never have power. When I go fall into a situation I cant walk out of.

There are times when the warm comfort of known cushions seems alluring. But wings and flight are exciting too. Lights and light green leaves. Lemon tea and lonely walks.