Bird Whisperer

What do you think about?

Am i a friend or foe?

Do you trust me enough

To let me know

Whisper in my ear….

Magic of the Mountains 

My happiest memories involve the mountains.
For somebody living in the plains, the simple act of filling up a back pack means lightening up the weight of ones existence to an amount that one can carry on ones own back. By the process of elimination, almost every thing seems dispensible, except for the very basic items. 

With this selection comes a very real sense of lightness. Knowing that one can do with so little is really emancipating. The biggest possession, one easily realises, is ones good health. It is the single greatest requirement for any kind of movement, especially one that takes you to the rarefied air of the mountains and the walking that it inevitably entails.

Keeping fit then becomes a priority, living simply and eating healthy, a necessity. 

I love the mountains for what they bring out in me….

The sense of awe and adventure comes back, the breath tightens with excitement at every turn… The comfort of faith, lost somewhere in the cynicism of the city, tiptoes back into the soul. …The audible sound of silence and peace that envelope the nights and the days, help restart stilted conversations within….and reacquint me with myself..
Yes, my happiest memories definitely involve the mountains… 🙂

A Message from the Heavens :)

Somedays one just wishes to get an indication that things will be fine. 

Feeling slightly blue in the morning as I drove to work, i parked right behind this auto at a traffic signal. The message on it was so reassuring, it brought a smile to my lips. Especially the last bit…’believe me..’ 🙂

What the World Sees

The human face is such an interesting enigma. A millimeter here or there is the difference between plain and extraordinary… Isn’t it amazing, that something we have absolutely no control over, has the ability to dictate so many situations in our life? 

As an artis who observes faces constantly, I am amazed at the beauty that exists in the miracle that our face is, yet it is abhorred by so many for its colour, size of nose, size if lips or eyes etc. The narrow definition of beauty does a huge disservice to the mass of humanity who live an entire life believing that they are not good enough.

When will we realise that we are exquisite marvels of design!?