Just coasting along. In a state of contemplation. In the quiet.
Marking the shadow of the palm fronds on the tar.
Marking the curtain of sunlight past the green on the awning.
Revelling in the gulmohars that bloom, no reason or reasoning required or proffered- they just are.
Thrilling in the cuckoos and parrots and sundry strange birds.
An orchestra or a cacophony? You decide. I can't be bothered.
If only I’d known cleaning out my mailbox would be as therapeutic.
11 comments:
I'll take orchestra. I'm glad you're in a good mindset..peaceful I hope?
don't even ASK about the inbox00UGH!! don't want to clean it out one more thing to CLean.
I'll be calling lady soon--will let you know when. still not better 50% though.
one, certainly an orchestra
two, sucks that I keep my mailbox so clean -- take it on a tangent and I realize I lack spontaneity and recklessness. Now what girl would like that?
yes...it is strange what can be theraputic...
Ah-I was imagining a real life postal mailbox...:)that'd be therapeutic..but,a web mailbox?Arghh!!Nothing real about it!:)
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Nice to read about the cuckoos and parrots,too.:)
Ah-I was imagining a real life postal mailbox...:)that'd be therapeutic..but,a web mailbox?Arghh!!Nothing real about it!:)
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Nice to read about the cuckoos and parrots,too.:)
Amit: ha ha ha. Do you really get snail mail these days?
Mark: :)true
Norrbu: How will you write your memoirs then? THINK, young man, THINK.
Crusty: all fine. Mostly. You take care of yourself, haan?
sounds like you found your bliss, hope you stayed a while:)
it just makes me happy to read these lines :-)
PQ: :)
Portia- a while, yes. :)
sometimes, it makes me emotional to clean up the mail box as it brings back some memories.
An orchestra or a cacophony
this remains a phrase i'll savour.
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