My daughter, my daughter… Dear Tina, thank you for the lovely woollen dupatta, or maybe that’s not what it is… a hand-woven, most amazing, shawl kind of thing, from India, of a wool that’s very fine and soft, with a design of a black ground and woven-in patterns of two reds and a blueish green — one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever owned. It shields me from all harm when I wear it. It’s magical. Thank you, and love.
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Spring appetite: I want some toasted almonds (a must in April!), a red pear, and some toast, and to walk on the beach in bare feet, even if it’s clammy and cold outside, and a hug from a particular someone (yup, you), and a warm woolly blanket to be wrapped up in when I come back from the beach, and then… a mug of black coffee to drink with a shot of Talisker as soon as I’m wrapped up in that blanket, a good film or some new Desi music playing, and at least ten hours to sleep off my present half-deadness. And the next day, total silence, as I wrestle with the pain of a newly-hatched heart, that had no idea of the shell it had been hidden in all these years. Daffodils and forsythia bloomed all yellow this morning in NYC. The air smells green, though the sky is gray, wet and windy.
Love nor money
I feel that a Creator’s Love is All-pervading, the very glue that holds our Universe and Us together.
It bothers me, in general terms, that we should hitch a ride on Love to make a relative affluence of fame and fortune, whilst a huge proportion of our brothers and sisters are spiritually starved.
May I suggest, we are here on Earth to make (fulfil) Love, not money. Money can ‘freeze’ Love, so that, like a glacier, it flows quite imperceptably. Only the warming of individual hearts towards each other can induce the thaw and set Love flowing among the collective whole. Money, if then a facilitating tool, can flow at Love’s own warm pace and be the true symbol of Love’s quickening.
To each their warming hearts, never to forget, in our impatient judging, that it is not over until the fat lady SINGS!!
What a Fat Lady Mother Earth is!
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