Moments

Little moments:
- of pure pride when I look at what my 2-year old achieved - as he says his first phrase
- of accomplishment with a promotion and a new salary
- of satisfaction at selecting a new car with my hubby
- of peace with a book
- of hilarity with dharma and greg
- of rest with good sleep
- of love with hugs from my men
- of comraderie with my girl friends
- of friendship with an old friend
- of enthusiasm with shopping for new clothes and shoes

All this. One weekend. Thank you God for a wonderful life.

I made cake

For my sis. Rare for me. Unheard. And yet, there it is.


The left is the one from ribbons and balloons, the right is mine.

{Update} - "Above average" is what my hubby said about it. Guess who's never getting wife-made cake.

Losing friends...

A feeling I've had for a really long time is that I am not meant to have long term best friends. Memories of my childhood are of losing good friends for one reason or another since I fought with my first best friend. One moved schools, one building, one life. And over the years there have been good friends, friends I shared a large part of my life with. Ones I called my best friend over and over again. And each has left. Just the city or the country, but left. And I don't know if I lost touch cos I'm lazy, or cos it hurts too much to miss them.

And again, I have 2 great friends. People who listened, talked, shared and cared. One moves cities in 16 days. Another's husband has already left the city, and she will join him soon, someday. And I wonder why we make friends. Best friends.

If I had to

If I had to write a poem
I'd write about my love

If I had to sing a song
I'd sing about my son

But when I think of what I'm feeling
The words just do not rhyme
It's prose that I am thinking
When I think of me...

A day alone

I always thought I wasn't ready for vipasna, away from my son for 10 days seems unbelievable. But sometimes, I just wish for time alone. Completely alone. To think. To feel. To be me. To know me. Maybe I should do it. Go off somewhere alone. What does that kind of time mean?

I am who I am

Sometimes scared, sometimes confident. Sometimes aware, sometimes oblivious. Sometimes I know, often I don't. I care, but I'm selfish, but I care. I can do things, but may not want to. Or not like things, but do them cos I have to. I don't think I'm predictable, or consistent. But you may know me. I am what I am.

Havanbhat

My Legos-bred friend's description of havaban harde, the digestive pills that we pop like mints.