Art for Me… 

Some blobs of paint, a selection of brushes, a surface to work on and imagination….  LOADS of it! And patience,  to build up from nothing, a dream that exists only within you. An ephemeral idea that burns, sometimes brightly, at other times mildly and needs to be attended to. 

This excitement of capturing something intangible and giving it some sort of form for the world to see, is art for me. 

It takes me to places within me that I never knew existed. It introduces me to parts of my personality I didn’t know were there. It makes me observe nature like it might my last view of it. And while doing this, I miss nothing. My world is complete. I am in the world that I create. I am a bee hovering over a blooming Lotus and I am the shadow under a languid Lotus leaf…. And when it is all done, I wash my brushes and gently come back to this other world and drive myself home… Cocooned in silence and peace that even the raging traffic and piercing horns cannot penetrate….

This is art for me.

Holy Cow!! 

Working with rice paper and water colours, throwing in a bit of acrylic and ink is a joy that has to be felt. 

Cows figure in my work often because of their calm form and peaceful disposition. Lotus is a regular too because this one flower has so much to teach about life😊

Slide Show! 

​So. I saw this astonishing carpet of the most beautiful color spread out in front of me. I wanted to photograph it, and the only way to do it was to climb a childrens slide, stand on the platform on top and take this shot. 
That’s exactly what I did, except instead of climbing down the ladder after the shot, I slid down the slide and landed unceremoniously in a heap of flailing hands and hair! It was so worth it! As I dusted myself and looked around surreptitiously to see if I had an audience, I was relieved to find myself quite alone ☺️
I proceeded for my art class clutching this fun and valuable memory of something I hadn’t done in years🌼🎶 The first person I met, giggled and said, “That looked like fun… I was watching you from the window!” 


You are Never Alone…

“Walking, I am listening to a deeper way.
Suddenly, all my ancestors are behind me.

Be still, they say. 

Watch and Listen.

You are the result of the love

of thousands.”

Linda Hogan, Native American Writer

It was at a retreat that we were asked to look at our hands. To look at them and observe the blessings they hold…..Those of our ancestors, our parents and their parents and so on. Our Zen master asked us to gently put our hand over our head and believe it is our father or mother loving and blessing us. It was an amazing feeling! 

The thought of having them with us constantly, looking out for us and being with us, was beautiful to comprehend. Their love is inextricably linked to us and is in our life, if we just become aware of it….. Yet we live in such isolation, believing that there is only what is tangible and visible. If they are not with us physically, we believe that they are just not there…

It is impossible for us to be here without the love of those who lived before us. To believe that we are born in isolation, live in isolation and behave in entirely unique ways is a fallacy. We are the product of those who we know and those we have never had the chance to meet. We behave in ways that some of them might have done in. To take the credit for all that we have made of ourself is erroneous. 

I carry my mothers eyes and my fathers nose. I get my sense of humour from my dads side and my love for life from my mother. Who am I really? if not an amalgamation of all the known and the unknown.

To remember that they are in all the good and the not so good in me, attaches me to them in a new way. To remember this gives me a sense of the immensity and continuity of life.

I like to remember that I am the result of the love of thousands. It brings a smile to my lips and I feel a deep happiness envelope me…

Heart of the Matter

We are sitting in the darkened movie hall and viewing a completely forgettable movie.  Its mediocrity of story line, banal acting and vulgar dialogues make us cringe and seem like an affront to the intelligence of a common man.  We decide to leave the hall and salvage whatever is left of the evening when my daughter urges us to “Look for the heart.”

Amidst all the criticism and negativity she asks us to seek some redeeming feature in the film. It is there, it is always there, she says.  From focussing on all that was wrong with the movie, we try and search for some positives. Surprisingly, we do come up with a few, albeit grudgingly.

That movie has been long forgotten but her simple statement has stayed close to my heart. I do find myself looking for the “heart” in most situations around which life revolves.  This change in observation has led me to some interesting discoveries, in everyday living. There is always something that makes it to the top of list as the `heart` of the day.

I ask friends to talk about that one incident that made their day special and the responses are as varied as they are but the common denominator in all of them is the simplicity of the incident that they observed and that touched them.

Someone speaks about a line of a poem, another of the way a certain person was standing with his child at the bus stop. They all speak about it like a snapshot clicked in full clarity amidst the blur that life tends to become.  With the process of looking back more incidents pop up that were hitherto unnoticed and fell like ephemeral  snowflakes to the ground, disappearing instantly, never to be resurrected again.

It is these small observations that form the richness in one`s life. In consciously observing and focusing on the small sunlit spots of loveliness amidst the dreary, we ensure that our whole landscape is lifted from mediocrity to one of great beauty.



In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question: ‘What kind of man are you looking for?’ She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye & asking, ‘Do you really want to know?’ Reluctantly, he said, ‘Yes. She began to expound, ‘As a woman in this day & age, I am in a position to ask a man what can you do for me that I can’t do for myself? I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man… or woman for that matter. I am in the position to ask, ‘What can you bring to the table?’ The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money. She quickly corrected his thought & stated, ‘I am not referring to money. I need something more. I need a man who is striving for excellence in every aspect of life. He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, & asked her to explain. She said, ‘I need someone who is striving for excellence mentally because I need conversation & mental stimulation. I don’t need a simple-minded man. I need someone who is striving for excellence spiritually because I don’t need to be unequally yoked…believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster. I need a man who is striving for excellence financially because I don’t need a financial burden. I need someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded. I need someone who has integrity in dealing with relationships. Lies and game-playing are not my idea of a strong man. I need a man who is family-oriented. One who can be the leader, priest and provider to the lives entrusted to him by God. I need someone whom I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn’t taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive…he just has to be worthy. And by the way, I am not looking for him…He will find me. He will recognize himself in me. Hey may not be able to explain the connection, but he will always be drawn to me. God made woman to be a help-mate for man. I can’t help a man if he can’t help himself. When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said, ‘You are asking a lot. She replied, “I’m worth a lot”.

This article came as a forward on WhatsApp… I thought it was worth sharing..