Me Mom !

Wake up Sunday morning to a delightful surprise by the girls.
A carefully put- together hamper -gift by them to celebrate Mothers Day !

Kind of over whelmed to hear from the two most  important beings in my life ..As I became a mother, I accessed  vulnerability and strength  all at the same time. Kind of life altering .

I have re-lived my childhood, enhanced
 it even ...
I have grown up with them , all over again ..
I have also struggled , battled inadequencies , in my journey of being their MoM.

As i have bumbled my way , with no measuring yardstick , have learned to Be all I possibly can for them and for my self.

Thanks you , my dears , for choosing me to be your MoM.
It indeed is a privilege of a life time .

30 Prompts-30 Poems

The idea of brevity in writing has held immense appeal for me .. Less is always more , i firmly believe.. I think you can pack in as much power in a line of potent words , as you would in a rambling essay .

Was up for a writing challenge , this April..
Hosted by TTT- Terribly tiny tales - a platform that celebretes writers and their tiny tales.They called it the National Poetry Writing Month with the hashtag #NaPoWriMoTTT..
30 days.30 prompts.30poems .

I would eagerly await the days' prompt and let loose a brief volley of words and April apart from being Sunny, wanderlusty and restful also turned Poetic !

Day 17: Begin and end your poem with the same line

Find me..
In breezy,leafy parks,
waves at the beach,
tucked in a book shop,
in the stationery aisle of a supermarket..
sipping a cuppa by the window ,watching rain
In colour, in words, in light..
Please..
Find me ..

Joy of Journalling

Summer of 18 is here..
D and I kickstarted the summer vacation with a balcony mural project.
Something she does , every summer , is maintain a pictoral holiday journal..

She writes out her day and illustrates /sticks up pictures/ movie stubs/restrauant menus/ shopping cards that denote her day .

Its my delight to read and see her making each day of her summer vacation count and re-count !

The Love for journalling passed on :)

Wabi-Sabi

V , an avid roadee and a photgrapher shared a series of sunset pictures with me with the specific mandate that i write about them.

A stunning set of sunset pictures with wild branches silhoutted by the setting sun..

Brought to my mind , the japanese aesthetic of wabi-sabi -“a way of living that focuses on finding beauty within the imperfections of life and accepting peacefully the natural cycle of growth and decay.” quoting wiki..

An idea that accepts and celebrates- transience ( nothing lasts ) and imperfection ( nothing is perfect ). At the same paradoxically all that IS , is eternal, timeless and perfect . Imposing ideals of perfection and permanence seems unnecessary and obtrusive. It hinders the gentle flow of all that is and can be...

As we accept , we become richer for the experiences unfolding- without having the pressure to seek the perfect moment. We spare ourselves from trying to find a  needle in the haystack - a draining goose-chase !

Love Life ..

February 14 !
A day that celebrates Love .. A force  that keeps this earth spinning on its axis and has it head over heels !!

As i have examined love over the years , i find am totally in love with the idea of love ! and what's not to love anything about love ..
A hopeless romantic that  I am , I do find that though I have lived for the excitement of falling
in love ,  over the years,have also built the nerve to being in love and sustaining the love . More so for myself !

I read somewhere that where love is thin ,faults are thick..

This capacity to love necessarily must include a were withall to embrace all that is not only good , but also the bad and ugly .. in the person /object of our attention and affection.

Love becomes a force when it is unconditional , an unlimited source of fuelling our desires and  affections !

Sou recently shared a book dedication which literally sang to me :

For XYZ.. who is neither the breath in my lungs nor the wind beneath my wings and does not complete me.
Here's to a pair of independently -breathing , fully-complete, wingless mortals who choose each other. Everyday . Always .

My kind of  Love..

Sylvia path says it for me ..
Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences!
and that sums up my Love Life !

50 years of Sitaram !

This beautiful couple celebrate their Golden Anniversary !

50 years with each other..
through thick and thin .. through joy and sorrow.. with discipline , fortitude and  grace ..

If one journeyed onward , blazing a trail for himself , the other journeyed silently supporting him ...

Happy 50th Amma , Appa and wish you many beautiful happy , healthy years ahead with each other !

Setting the tone !

New Year !
And I promise myself loads of writing , lots of reading, discovering more of myself , investing in myself and enjoying the ride through the contours of all that this year holds!
I also promise myself varied experiences, doing more and making more memories and moments to cherish.

A journal is in  place to record my journey , all the planning and doing , fumbling and fixing , rant and rave ,agony and ecstacy ...

A photo essay is afoot on instagram to capture my year ... the beautiful essence of each day as it pans out ...

Emily Dickinson wrote .. " Iam out with lanterns looking for myself "

I am eager to see what i find out !