I love to draw.
I draw love.
I love to draw.
I draw love.
A young lady named Karen once tried to tell her friends about my drawings and my blog… and she ended up telling them that it’s called “A Life in a Limousine”.
Close enough. LOL.
Perhaps I have not learnt to appreciate certain styles of poetry, I find it personal and very subjective when it comes to sharing poetry.
Either you love it or you don’t, or perhaps you just don’t get it.
It’s similar to saying I love you, either the feeling is reciprocated, or not, or perhaps you just don’t get it.
Similar to songs.
You love it, get it and appreciate it.
Or it simply makes no sense to you.
I overheard a conversation between a little boy and his little brother today whilst walking along the subway platform, they were holding hands.
I will let the pictures tell you this very short story.
It’s not so much a princess fantasy, but more from concern that my little dog would be left completely helpless…
I have a fear of dying from my asthma attacks.
So I am thankful that I have friends who check on me regularly, and they are committed to breaking down my front door if the time comes (well, they would have my spare keys, but let’s make it a big more dramatic) so that they can rescue my dog, and perhaps me too, if it isn’t already too late.
This is not meant to be morbid. It’s meant to be appreciative.
I feel very special to have people who would do that for me.
And I am glad I can have conversations like this with them.
I am conflicted when it comes to saying “I love you”.
Say it too often and it loses its meaning and impact.
Not saying it often enough feels as if those moments would slip by.
Yesterday I got a surprising little “I love you” from a dear friend who told me that the feeling came over her, and she wanted to tell me that.
These “I love you”s are probably the most precious ones.
When the moment somehow compels you to tell that person that you love them.
Not a perfunctory one.
Not a forced one.
Not one done out of habit.
A genuine love-infused one.
Little things in life.
Here is #2.
I spend a lot of time staring at my calendar.
The calendar on my wall.
On my phone.
On my iPad.
On my computer screen.
Sometimes this brings me a sense of calm.
It allows me to see how my life will pan out in the coming days, weeks and months.
Sometimes this brings a slight panic that starts to well up deep inside.
It shows me how my life might or might not be in the coming days, weeks and months.
So I remind myself.
Manage what is within your control.
The rest, let it go.
All that and more, goes on in my mind when you see me staring at my calendar.
“Students are the hardest working people on this planet.” – according to students.
They deserve every mini celebration!
This post features my daughter Nadia who is *working hard* on her university final exams.
With a special appearance from Wellington the Bear, a trusty long time companion.