Life has served me well. If I stop to count my blessings there are many. But it is the hurts that made me stumble and blows that hit hard that took my breath away.
It was in those moments that I stopped to feel the pain, pause and take a deep breath. When brick by brick the walls around me crumbled and I lay exposed, that I opened my eyes to the beauty of the devastation around me. When the earth shattered and dust that arose quietly settled and I touch each raw wound to cringe in pain the true beauty of what life is about revealed it self.
So I will be gentle with my wounds. Kind to elements that bruised me. Let this be my prayer. To get softer with each pounding, lighter with each blow. Kinder to each insult and non resistant to falling stone.
To stand up one day when the onslaught is done not as a crumbled ruin but a work of art that nature worked on. Let every crack, dip and smear tell it's own story of how nature in its fury sped past this way....
Thursday, February 8, 2018
Saturday evenings in a quiet hilltop house in Kandy. Watching the sunset as the birds fly home to nest and Bats out to hunt.
Eager eyes search the deepening sky for that first star. A star to place a wish upon, maybe three or at times a surreptitious four that poured out of a young girls heart.
As years passed Saturday evenings saw joys and sorrows, stresses and strain that life brought her way.
Evenings that passed in study, or giddy excitement of dressing up for a Saturday night out in town. Meeting her best friend for a quiet chat that would stretch on in high spirits untill Sunday dawns. Evenings sitting out by a poolside, an anxious mother watch as her child learn to swim or attempt a game. Secret evenings tucked away in the folds of memory to be reached out and relived when the music dies.
So it's another Saturday evening. She sits out watching the sunset as the birds fly home to nest and Bats to hunt.
Her eyes search out the first evening star. A Star to place a wish upon. Everything has changed still nothing has as she closes her eyes to make a wish...maybe three and yes even the surreptitious four pour out of a woman's heart.
Eager eyes search the deepening sky for that first star. A star to place a wish upon, maybe three or at times a surreptitious four that poured out of a young girls heart.
As years passed Saturday evenings saw joys and sorrows, stresses and strain that life brought her way.
Evenings that passed in study, or giddy excitement of dressing up for a Saturday night out in town. Meeting her best friend for a quiet chat that would stretch on in high spirits untill Sunday dawns. Evenings sitting out by a poolside, an anxious mother watch as her child learn to swim or attempt a game. Secret evenings tucked away in the folds of memory to be reached out and relived when the music dies.
So it's another Saturday evening. She sits out watching the sunset as the birds fly home to nest and Bats to hunt.
Her eyes search out the first evening star. A Star to place a wish upon. Everything has changed still nothing has as she closes her eyes to make a wish...maybe three and yes even the surreptitious four pour out of a woman's heart.
It had the most beautiful vine growing on it which quite covered its branches. A wonderful sight.
Then one day I strippped off the vine. A cruel and heartless gesture it seemed at that moment.
Free of the vine that sucked at its life the tree bore fruit again. More abundant than I had ever seen it before...
A new lease of life....
Monday, January 15, 2018
Dressed up selfie.
She revelled in her freedom
No times to keep
Living on a whim
Doing as she will..
Go out or stay in...
She would...if she feels
No one to stop her
none to ask or please.
So it's a party
That's fancy she mused
In a mood to dress up
and in style step out
So she preened and she fussed
enjoying her parade
till her fingers stopped short in the act...lips aquiver
whence for a comment on her dressed up selfie.
She revelled in her freedom
No times to keep
Living on a whim
Doing as she will..
Go out or stay in...
She would...if she feels
No one to stop her
none to ask or please.
So it's a party
That's fancy she mused
In a mood to dress up
and in style step out
So she preened and she fussed
enjoying her parade
till her fingers stopped short in the act...lips aquiver
whence for a comment on her dressed up selfie.
It's an art....
To hear the softest sigh
Feel the pinch
Slight, ever so slight on your skin.
The nip in the air, ripple on your hair
To feel the earth move
The motion of life
The roll of the deep.
An art, in its subtlest form.
As an animal feels in the air
The onset of a tsunami
Quicken it's pace
Before the great wave hits
To decipher the freezing of the glance
Blink of an eye
Tilt of neck
stumble on a word
An art to be learnt
Craft complex yet subtle
Pick on vibes
Flee before it hurts...
To hear the softest sigh
Feel the pinch
Slight, ever so slight on your skin.
The nip in the air, ripple on your hair
To feel the earth move
The motion of life
The roll of the deep.
An art, in its subtlest form.
As an animal feels in the air
The onset of a tsunami
Quicken it's pace
Before the great wave hits
To decipher the freezing of the glance
Blink of an eye
Tilt of neck
stumble on a word
An art to be learnt
Craft complex yet subtle
Pick on vibes
Flee before it hurts...
Wednesday, January 10, 2018
Dressed up selfie.
She revelled in her freedom
No times to keep
Living on a whim
Doing as she will..
Go out or stay in...
She would...if she feels
No one to stop her
none to ask or please.
So it's a party
That's fancy she mused
In a mood to dress up
and in style step out
So she preened and she fussed
enjoying her parade
till her fingers stopped short in act...lips aquiver
whence for a comment on her dressed up selfie.
She revelled in her freedom
No times to keep
Living on a whim
Doing as she will..
Go out or stay in...
She would...if she feels
No one to stop her
none to ask or please.
So it's a party
That's fancy she mused
In a mood to dress up
and in style step out
So she preened and she fussed
enjoying her parade
till her fingers stopped short in act...lips aquiver
whence for a comment on her dressed up selfie.
It's an art....
To hear the softest sigh
Feel the pinch
Slight, ever so slight on your skin.
The nip in the air, ripple on your hair
To feel the earth move
The motion of life
The roll of the deep.
An art, in its subtlest form.
As an animal feels in the air
The onset of a tsunami
Quicken it's pace
Before the great wave hits
To decipher the freezing of the glance
Blink of an eye
Tilt of neck
stumble on a word
An art to be learnt
Craft complex yet subtle
Pick on vibes
Flee before it hurts...
To hear the softest sigh
Feel the pinch
Slight, ever so slight on your skin.
The nip in the air, ripple on your hair
To feel the earth move
The motion of life
The roll of the deep.
An art, in its subtlest form.
As an animal feels in the air
The onset of a tsunami
Quicken it's pace
Before the great wave hits
To decipher the freezing of the glance
Blink of an eye
Tilt of neck
stumble on a word
An art to be learnt
Craft complex yet subtle
Pick on vibes
Flee before it hurts...
Lacing my chilled hands around a warm glass of coffee I sit outside my Caravan for the day. Listening to the inevitable Dawn Chorus. Right at the gates of the Vilpattu National Park. Obligatory park tour done the previous day, today is mine, to laze and luxuriate in and around the Caravan. Looking forward to simple but deliciously prepared meals and coffee....yes, there will be many more mugs of Coffee before this day is done.
An early morning drive from Colombo yesterday got me to the gates of Vilpattu National Park by 7.30 am leaving the whole day to tour. Vilpattu ...the the mass of Vill or lakes remain scenic and unspoiled, the domain of animals rather than of man. As each beautiful vista opened, my prayer was for it all to remain as beautiful and as unspoiled as I was seeing it at that moment. I did not see any of the 200 or so leopard that was said to inhabit the park and this made me glad. To know that the leopard did have it's space and privacy and not prey to man's unending curiousity.
We drove north through the park for several hours marveling at the vegetation, beautiful lakes and oh the joy of seeing hundreds of variety of birds. From the stately and proud serpent eagle to the tiniest of Blue Tailed Bee Eater offered up the simplest and most enduring of joy one could experience.
Our destination was Kudiramalei, a beautiful beach of pure copper sand. The legend has it that Vijaya and his companions, from whome the Sinhala race claims to descend from, first landed on this beach and marveled at the copper hue of the land, hence the name Thambapanni.
We knew we reached area when suddenly our surroundings changed to a bright and beautiful copper. It was not 'like' copper or a 'shade' of copper, but honest to goodness copper as bright and as red as only copper could be.
It was hot and sunny and my sister Sue who hates being out in the sun on the best of days, in momentary state of hallucination was heard asking the tour guide if he would mind holding the umbrella for her, and try to imagine he was providing shade to Kuveni, the legendary girl from the Raksha clan that inhabited the country at the time and became wife and Queen of Vijaya.
After indulging in the luxury of a packed lunch and short rest we drove back through the park. As long, hard and strenuous as it was scenic, back to the Caravan Park, cool bath and dinner, and a clean and comfortable bed.
Life....some days you humour me....you offer me the best, the very best.Then in contradiction to all known states of natural law continue offering the best till the day ends.
Today was such a day.....
An early morning drive from Colombo yesterday got me to the gates of Vilpattu National Park by 7.30 am leaving the whole day to tour. Vilpattu ...the the mass of Vill or lakes remain scenic and unspoiled, the domain of animals rather than of man. As each beautiful vista opened, my prayer was for it all to remain as beautiful and as unspoiled as I was seeing it at that moment. I did not see any of the 200 or so leopard that was said to inhabit the park and this made me glad. To know that the leopard did have it's space and privacy and not prey to man's unending curiousity.
We drove north through the park for several hours marveling at the vegetation, beautiful lakes and oh the joy of seeing hundreds of variety of birds. From the stately and proud serpent eagle to the tiniest of Blue Tailed Bee Eater offered up the simplest and most enduring of joy one could experience.
Our destination was Kudiramalei, a beautiful beach of pure copper sand. The legend has it that Vijaya and his companions, from whome the Sinhala race claims to descend from, first landed on this beach and marveled at the copper hue of the land, hence the name Thambapanni.
We knew we reached area when suddenly our surroundings changed to a bright and beautiful copper. It was not 'like' copper or a 'shade' of copper, but honest to goodness copper as bright and as red as only copper could be.
It was hot and sunny and my sister Sue who hates being out in the sun on the best of days, in momentary state of hallucination was heard asking the tour guide if he would mind holding the umbrella for her, and try to imagine he was providing shade to Kuveni, the legendary girl from the Raksha clan that inhabited the country at the time and became wife and Queen of Vijaya.
After indulging in the luxury of a packed lunch and short rest we drove back through the park. As long, hard and strenuous as it was scenic, back to the Caravan Park, cool bath and dinner, and a clean and comfortable bed.
Life....some days you humour me....you offer me the best, the very best.Then in contradiction to all known states of natural law continue offering the best till the day ends.
Today was such a day.....
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