You….

Friday Bliss 21ST Dec 2012

 

Shades of Joy

She is ten.

This is a post my daughter.

You were a tiny, helpless bundle with dark black hair…

Dancing curiosity in your eyes was so obvious.

You smiled and giggled and talked on-stop after you started speaking.

I look at you, head bent as you concentrate to draw in the sketch book.

I am amazed to notice the changes as if I am meeting you for the first time.

You look so grown up and independent.

However, in the darkness of the night when you come to me with sleepy eyes and say….Mama I am scared! You look so innocently naïve

And when I let my fingers wander through your hair you relax and trust unquestionably.

I watch you breeze away on the bicycle turning around the cornet to catch my eye……

When you tell I make the best cake in the world.

When you say that Friday’s rice and lentil casserole was just superb

When you look at me and understand that I am upset…

Dear daughter there is so much I want to say, but words elude.

Yet, I will add.

My life as your mother is a bliss!

The above picture was done by my daughter.

 

I link this Liv’s blog

 

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year !

 

Celebration Time

My Friday Bliss list

I am grateful for-

We celebrated Diwali, the festival of  lights on 13th of November

Flowers and Light

That small space of time in the morning when the house belongs to me

A dash butter on my toast and a glass of warm milk.

Toast and Milk

Sunlight entering the dining room in the afternoon….

The changing season which brings in lovely winter vegetables on my table.

I am happy to cook nourishing soups and drink on Friday nights.

Many thanks to Liv Lane for sharing this wonderful ritual!

Brush Strokes

I have been away from my blog for a long time.  The Windows software become corrupted and required formatting. As I pick the threads of blogging, I would like to share one of my paintings. I have just enrolled for a beginner’s course in water colour.

Curved, straight, wavy

Light, dark and shaky

Shadows light and luminescent

Subtle, delicate and blunt

Life is about joining the dots.

Slowly, passionately, lovingly

And everything will transform into a piece of art!

Conversations

Conversations

Orange and Yellow

 Will you lend me the bright orange dear morning, when the dawn breaks and melts the darkness?

Will you give the yellow sunshine dear noon, when shadows lengthen to rest on garden chairs?

Dear evening, if you walk with me as I go home

I promise to give you a bouquet of orange, yellow blossoms

And share the whispering secrets of the dawn

I might tell you the languid conversations of trees and leave affairs in the afternoon

So that when you meet the night, you can tell the solitary moon what it missed

And then perhaps with its crescent glance would give a silver hue.

To that longing in your heart

Solitary Moon

 

 

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