but the world looks in with need,
Its eyes hinge on my flesh for sustenance, I
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never knew we are befriended by the cries of aloneness like never before ….
We need each others faces and voices and arms of tenderness; love is no more an old fashioned abused thing; as a race we are hungry for Touch and hugs… we are not alone, just befriended by an aloneness waiting waiting to be fed.
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The ones looking at the painting,
they are the Work of Art.
The Window turns about looking at Us. 👇
PiCredits Unsplash *** We are the Clay, our hands made by Hands that made the clay we do not originate.
? The little girl asks her mother in The New York Times: existential questions that needed to be asked long ago. Who are we
We are best when looking within, looking with some amount of discomfort. When Humans ever did something of value to the personal or global community, was when we bowed deep. ***
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un-think here, @ a 3 hour drive from Bangalore city, into tiny growing town.
That cloud sits on thatch? …. its an untouched blue sky with no malls or smog. At Kuppam’s local market, one or two women are speaking fluent English, their eyes are warm. I meet a beautiful lady at the Railways- she mans a 2ft iron wheel that lifts railway-cross gate. There is no time to take her picture….. want to wish her a Happy New Year like we wished some others, but Railway lady in blue sari is busy; she turns to give me another look, then surprises us with a wide smile, white teeth and laughing eyes. The woman must be somewhere around 3o, 40? I send a small hand-wave. She waves back, laughing like a school girl. On our next visit to Kuppam, we simply must get a pic with her. Good holidays are also those when you’ve no time for a good photograph?
We stay almost a week here. That lovely Gate is under repair. There were lesser sheep this time at Kuppam: no it’s not a farm for animals, just us humans+ cuddly paws.
My sis sculpts her fav words into woodwork, grills…. She’s an Eye Doc in this town, border to three south Indian states. Li loves the precious simple life here with a faithful househelp and furry princess.
Like Trees planted by Springs of Living waters; there’s backyard Date palm, bougainvillea, guava, papaya, mango, occasional monkey ….
Bonfire woodies. Such memories here with Mom&Dad in this space by Christmas tree, Gulmohar, shoeflower, a baby tamarind tree. Time has flown by ‘ like smoke through a key hole…’ (Movie : The Bucket List)
Li’s exquisite cuisine
That new double road used to be a rough path to Kupz’s lake. There are more people, cars, school buses, buildings today….
Floors, tiny christmas lights asleep
Meshed safety front grill to keep away esp. mosquitoes. That door lock has seated one or two friendly frog. Very tiny ones. They look like Kermit to us, but Li doesn’t think so. She says(with shudder) they (her leapy frog) wait for her with sly grin. “ No, they’re not ..!” is her horror response to my Q.” What if they just want a kiss, and will turn into your Prince? “ Li loves her Prince of Peace best.
The road back…. miles off city limits: goatsherd!
Thresh time! We must gingerly drive over their sheaves, this helps them? (Green lid sohmph my new travel mate from Li’s kitchen).
You can’t see this well enough, but that’s a Church steeple over local temple, rerouting past Kolar gold fields.
Sunset over another gorgeous day; Joh is quiet this past hour. Bangalore city is closer from this long stretch, after brief stop for Lassi.
Back home @Greenview, our feathered granddaughter Tina has two ugly blonde chicks… soon they’ll grow fine feathers. One must wait. And watch. And did you know Pigeon can be trained to recognize every alphabet? Tina’s mom is our second daughter Kitsy:) Tina herself was hatched here (also mothered by Kit, so). Complicated! All this in our little garden which will be busy this season. Phew! Wishing 2020 Vision for us all.
Peace, Shalom : nothing missing, nothing broken. And if there is ‘ missing- broken’, may each fit in a whole new way, causing Peace beyond belief. Selah: meaning, Pause calmly & think of that.