you, the other and the memory.

Om

Aum

Pranava

'to sound out aloud'

mystical, sacred

vibration

universe

oneness within

rainy days, coloured up water and rummy commissions

dog hair bead wrap pendant

comfort food, wondrous weather

Stay home cook up laze :)

Mongolian beef noodles yummm

chili chili lettuce lettuce

Joseph Cornell inspiration,

After a hiatus, I am back!!!!!!

Back to work

back to the drudgery

back to having the life sucked out of me.

Mad city lights

mad city life

people people

coming out of my eyes!

here is a song

a mountain dream

a love of love

a story of time.

Strange face, with your eyes
So pale and sincere.
Underneath you know well
You have nothing to fear.
For the dreams that came to you when so young
Told of a life
Where spring is sprung.

You would seem so frail
In the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight.
But while the earth sinks to its grave
You sail to the sky
On the crest of a wave.

So forget this cruel world
Where I belong
I'll just sit and wait
And sing my song.
And if one day you should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me
To your place in the cloud.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vxVT8h5aEE

Here is the dream-catcher,' he said ...

Every m'orning I is going out and snitching new dreams to put in my bottles.' - BFG, by Roald Dahl.

Dreamy day, dreamier friends :)

And all that the BFG, Roald Dahl's Big Friendly dream-catching Giant, wanted to do with his labelled jars of captured dreams was 'to blow dreams into the bedrooms of sleeping children. Nice dreams. Lovely golden dreams. Dreams that is giving the dreamers a happy time.' But all that is possible in a world of the BFG, in a world where dreams are 'very mysterious things. They is floating around in the air like wispy-misty bubbles. And all the time they is searching for sleeping people.'

A day spent shooting macramé creations.

A public space- a crowd - red tape

street party

Days well spent,

Photos by Rana; model minx Mithila unabashed and working her magic!

A poem

words I like :)

.......

O Life and Love! O happy throng

Of thoughts, whose only speech is song!

O heart of man! canst thou not be

Blithe as the air is, and as free ?

.......

Jaaga, Macrame workshop :)

In a circle we sit

knot a lot:)

beer friends

Bubble expanding

teaching, learning, sharing the love

The grunge decor of the place - basic, sparse no frills

Industrial typo grid style red and blue

To the terrace for a shmoke and chat, where the knotty peeps sat while we toiled below!

A place a concept a design

Archana is a visionary

Hic hic to Saturday flea markets and the bigger, newer, snazzier place

Lovely Viro and Luke.

Kiwi seed pendant :)

Thanks to lovely faces who showed up

Bigger thanks to surprise eager learners :)

Proves you never know the outcome until you've tried !

cYcLe sHoP - upcycled, recycled, strings and things ~*

Sunny side up,

I eat you up

I enjoy cooking, creating pretty plates of food and feeding people! I actually don't like runny yolks, this was for my ma : )

A terrorist of the spirit

The moon

which sees me where I am,

sees you where you are, probably ......

You are not alone.

Opium night

the moonlight moaning through the water,

your eyes

brimming over my face.

Hyena

thighs loins chest throat

hyena

out of the eyes

hyena

arms

paws

hyena

out of the cry

hyena

in the dry brushwood

alone

You grow inside me,

inch by inch, an immortal tree,

your branches spreading through my veins.

Inside my insides, I hear

the rustling of your leaves.

We dance ourselves dizzy

tracing gestures upon an empty sky

we dance, dance to forget

this spreading emptiness.

late Easter give aways,

I have seen a bunch of these corks lying around in my parents place for aaaages now. Their texture, graininess and smell have always appealed to me.

Here is a possible late Easter give away.

It might become something more, a key chain perhaps !

mmmmm food for inspiration !

If I could I would

shower you with uppity um

A bit of soy

peppers for crunch and colour

old rice

stir fry

:)

Drinking and dining, we shared more than just food.

the boy, the man

amalgamate.

happiness in hiding

animal sanctuary.

the waters of experience . . .

hope

choice

life.

The good world the bad world

you and the world

Firecracker wings : )

Om

Aum

Pranava

'to sound out aloud'

mystical, sacred

vibration

universe

oneness within

terminal slumber

"It's that sort of bread: unleavened shewbread. Look at them. Now I bet it makes them feel happy. Lollipop. It does. Yes, bread of angels it's called. There's a big idea behind it, kind of kingdom of God is within you feel. First communicants. Hokypoky penny a lump. Then feel all like one family party, same in the theatre, all in the same swim. They do. I'm sure of that. Not so lonely. In our confraternity. Then come out a bit spreeish. Let off steam. Thing is if you really believe in it. Lourdes cure, waters of oblivion, and the Knock apparition, statues bleeding. Old fellow asleep near that confession box. Hence those snores. Blind faith. Safe in the arms of kingdom come. Lulls all pain. Wake this time next year."

Lotus Eaters, Ulysses

A fairytale chair plants in your hair

How long can you hold on?

We possess what cannot be lost in a shipwreck. There is no goal, every moment is a mark.

Split time - every second every hour every day every night

I hope the magic never runs out

Apple pie, magic treacle jug, magic dust, fairy lust.

The heart of everything !!!!!!

A random doodle at the table on my friend Devi's wedding invitation that, I couldn't stop even though my brother said it was bad luck to mar the invite before the ceremony!!!!!!

Blimey sanctity superstitious lore

your eye my eye

nigh unto the aquamarine blue

silver.

A certainty for a chance

let's stop the dance.

d-a- n-c-e

solo

not fallow.

Wallow

in the deep

marine fish

a phone to listen but not to speak.

bubbles

air

gasp

breath

Made a pact today,

More oxygen

more oxygen

more oxygen

more oxygen

more oxygen

O (m) O (m) O (m)

I stand in a glass aisle

looking at you

looking at me

words don't penetrate

your breath heaves

tubes gleam

beds on wheels.

The boy smiles a reassuring smile

pristine white hope

anger fizz

Trees, simple living

money a necessary evil

nicotine owning your/ our insides

we live only to die and then?

((((LOVE))))

<truth>

s e x

p e a c e

@ ( ! d

Love at first ride,

I just got back from a 150 km weekend cycle trip in the beautiful Western Ghats. It was a tough first day, sun beating down on us and mammoth slopes. A Golden Oriole, Parakeets, open pastures, Fig trees and blossoming coffee bushes coupled with foggy views, dancing mist, excited cheering children, cows and pigs fueled my exhausted self.

An overcast day and lovely rolling terrain made for an easy second days ride. Hearty thanks to a great team of riders and organisers who made my first punishing wilderness trip a memorable one.

Everything a blur,

two days have felt like a year.

Tired, thirsty we detest faulty gear.

The times are-a-changing

sweat trickles

I crave a beer.

Inspired by my intense longing for fruits, hillbilly friend and sans protein diet are words to fill the ravenous pit.

Oh, Pumpkin

where is my munch kin!?

Oh silly Watermelon

my heart hath been stolen.

A hillbilly friend

not a villain or a felon

but an orrible far away cretin

bum, bum, bum

I long to see, I long to be

petals speak to us and trees sing green, yellow, blue

I wish upon the stars

sleep under their naked dark.

Unto the universe

I fly to you

love paint art create

Lobster dance

Hobbit hob

Maybe I dreamt it, maybe I did not.

Galaxy of the Lost *

Hate to think

what would happen if I started to drink like you

Maybe I would

loosen up

so pour me another rum (gin).

"Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song .... . ."

What better force than water, a river to beseech ? !

A profile picture, a memory, a poem, incense love

mermaids and sea monsters

Tall ships and golden sails

A place not marked on any map of this world,

under a Yew / fiery Maple tree :)

The floor becomes a sea and the bed a ship

They were like glass

They were like diamonds

They were like stars

our giggles

Fish swim over toes

scrabble tiles and puppies lure

river stones sweet songs sing

Do not fly away my little sparrow

a speck a peck

We sew with the fingers of fairies

a toothpick needle, wild flowers

embroidering whole stories,

I love words and their power

Fairy lore London Bridge

/ rosemary / nettles / briar roses / brambles / daisy chains / thistles / thyme / posies / larder / gloves / hats / lace / pots / pan / needles / marbles / poppet dolls / spinning tops / roasted chestnuts / taverns / food / ale / pies / lugubrious / fairy tales /

memories shower me with hope and linger,

today was a good day :)

knot art

seed pod finds, natural tinted i try

faith

beloved

be love

let love be

free falling

fo with the glow :)

painting with my toes, watching the colour run and disappear

blank canvas

another chance another start

pair nonidentical

grey beard,

one heart bigger than other

spiral wrap

monochrome earrings

:)

make-a-quill

flaming farm day :)

Sage brush spindles, juniper bow + flat wood and piece of soapstone is all you need to make your own fire without a match stick or lighter. Oh, not to forget the 'kindle' nest one need make to place the gorgeous, glowing ember on and blow, blow, blow till flames lick !!!!!!!

innovative magic old is new

dreams no more dreams

dreams - dream definition - dreamless sleep - Upanishads - Tibetan Buddhism

I love the heights that are clean and free .. .....

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree - Joyce Kilmer

No work, no money, no worry status no more :(

Being back to work means less time for creative indulgence, dreaming, thumb twiddling and looking rubbish. Breakfast is breakfast and lunch is lunch. We eat with the kids and don't waste our vegetables.

Cycling 20 km to school and back is keeping me a stubborn, gypsy, vacationer believer. Not to mention exhausted and exhilarated.

Here's a great thumbing book from the school library :)

You can use a cut carrot or potato, draw a round shape or make a blob but no other thumb print in this world is exactly like yours!!!!

waxing L I F E waning

"If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.

You leave the same impression

Of something beautiful, but annihilating."

- Sylvia Plath

twilight ambassador ~*

Golden time of day,

twilight green haze,

Kabaddi games,

Biiiiiig fish and water snakes

tadpoles swarming inky black

"The king of Indian roads"

Let the tree not dry up, the one that is kissing the sky

sigh - kill ~*

To cycle in a city be warned

1. helmet hair

2. bad sun-dried skin

3. DEATH by "oh, my car or bike is superior to you"

4. blockhead pedestrians

5. Yes, mopeds do overtake from the left or dint you know ?!!

6. noise pollution

Hell yeah, there are advantages *

1. We love one ways and maneuvering

2. traffic lights and adrenaline

3. footpaths are my best friend AND

4. all the folk who cycle everyday to and fro irrespective of age or load

5. The sari cycling woman who made me want to clap :)

Tang would love to have a camera fixed to her handlebars!!