As the sound of the tanpura hums soothingly in the background, little babies, what a pleasure just to watch them. Every tiny movement of their body, their face is so unique n special.
Big almost blue eyes, his own little melody to entertain our ears; that constant wobble- oh so cute!sometimes I wish I had my own!
Such simple creatures that lead a blissful life. All they want is some warm milk and food served in a timely manner.
poor thing, I think I didnt serve him enough milk. Of that tiny bottle I was asked to serve in installments; and I think I kind of followed those instructions too rigidly.;( My sincere apologies.
But we had some playful moments, of tranquility and laughter.
I couldnt put him to bed rocking him in that specific manner. Yet, he put himself to bed accordingly.
My daddywas with me. I am enjoying every moment.. though not in proximity 24/7! this is special. and sometime it will end. Perhaps thats what I'm uncomfortable facing and so I have been wanting it to end asap.. coz I know I can deal with something I'm uneasy about when im consciously aware on when that will occur. It kills me to tell myself to prepare...
Oh ,what bundles of joy one gets in the midst of innocent little ones and wise old ones.
Peace -/
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Monday, March 5, 2007
Confinement
8 shapes. walls. limited air. limited breaths. Fear? Anger? Cold. Skip-hop-skip-jump.
Noiseless. Tense. Dont procastinate. Work on this.. Thinking about confinement and 9 emotions for more tha 6 months.. That itself gives a sense of confined to thinking of the same thing.. losing my mind. Slow down. 2 picture frames.
Rope- fabric bround around the body.
Start with isolation of each limb.. can use all limbs gradually .. but still confined. Anxious, worried. In the confined space- create painting blind folded..
Voice-in my favorite tune. needs to compliment confinement.. A calm serene quality perhaps.. but everything's an illusion.
The confined space: 4* 4; then 10*10; then 16* 16; then 20*20; then 30*30; then 50 * 50; then 100 * 100; then... then...........
Confined within the blue-green marble... break through beyond...
Noiseless. Tense. Dont procastinate. Work on this.. Thinking about confinement and 9 emotions for more tha 6 months.. That itself gives a sense of confined to thinking of the same thing.. losing my mind. Slow down. 2 picture frames.
Rope- fabric bround around the body.
Start with isolation of each limb.. can use all limbs gradually .. but still confined. Anxious, worried. In the confined space- create painting blind folded..
Voice-in my favorite tune. needs to compliment confinement.. A calm serene quality perhaps.. but everything's an illusion.
The confined space: 4* 4; then 10*10; then 16* 16; then 20*20; then 30*30; then 50 * 50; then 100 * 100; then... then...........
Confined within the blue-green marble... break through beyond...
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Snowing!
7:56Am, Feb 28th- its snowinggggggggg, as I gaze at them, it seems as if someone above is straining all purpose flour.. so fast. Disappears almost instantly as it touches the ground.
8:03AM: slowing down, diagonal lines. glassy drops sticking to the twigs& branches.
8:06 AM : gone, emptiness
8:03AM: slowing down, diagonal lines. glassy drops sticking to the twigs& branches.
8:06 AM : gone, emptiness
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Giving Birth
Absolutely fascinating! Yet I'm terrified to put myself through it.
I'm presenting a monologue 2 weeks from now on Giving Birth. I find it so hard to sink into an expectant mother-to-be zone. All I'm showing is how the serpant scored and in the end new life was let out through that exotic dam in, one big sigh. I wish the whole process would be as smooth & quick as my 4 min monologue!
I can only try to guess the various emotions she goes through, I need to physically go through that process to fully phathom it. No matter how many times my friends have explained that process, I can never ride their estatic feeling and its so funny how sincere they are in hoping beyond hope to make me understand. From my side- 'wows', itching the ear lobes & painful plastic smiles..
Ahh I'm excited about giving Birth....
I'm presenting a monologue 2 weeks from now on Giving Birth. I find it so hard to sink into an expectant mother-to-be zone. All I'm showing is how the serpant scored and in the end new life was let out through that exotic dam in, one big sigh. I wish the whole process would be as smooth & quick as my 4 min monologue!
I can only try to guess the various emotions she goes through, I need to physically go through that process to fully phathom it. No matter how many times my friends have explained that process, I can never ride their estatic feeling and its so funny how sincere they are in hoping beyond hope to make me understand. From my side- 'wows', itching the ear lobes & painful plastic smiles..
Ahh I'm excited about giving Birth....
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