silvery lines of snow

Ah! I have been taken by a moment of creative beauty just outside my window. It looked like wind started to spin sllver treads on the cloth of the night while turning (this autumn´s first) snow flakes into some kind of rainy lines. In front of my eyes really it was dancing silver. (horizontal line in the pic is the edge of the side-walk)

zucchini pasta

“It's kind of fun to do the impossible.”, said W. Disney. Well, I have been kind of thinking about it today. It was a perfect fast food day. I wanted to do more things then there is minutes in an hour and wasn´t very sure it was possible. But, at times one gets a bit wind in the back, or under the wings, if you know what I mean. Sometimes, kids just decide they too want to be neat and not add to workload of what you need to make look as if it is some kind of a pleasant order. Then, we got a drive home, which saved me an hour.

 And lunch, yes, fast food! It sounded like a challenge to "only a banana and a cup of milk after twelve before going out" me. For, it was also ekadasi, so fast food could not be a "fast whatever sandwich". Looking in the fridge I discovered few more not so very ripe but home grown tomatoes still left from few days ago, given to my husband by his (proud to present surely in this summer of water) work colegue. And a bit of curly parsley with it, rather nice really. And a one left courgette given to me by my neighbour friend some time ago. And there it was, a beautiful oportunity to try what I wanted to do for some time now, courgette pasta (stripes of courgette that is). It took less then 15 minutes to have a great dish to offer and enjoy myself soon after. Sure, I may have been a touch generous on chilli, my son loved it but could not eat too much, I loved it, but I like chilli.

 I also got to listen to Sacinandana Maharaj talking about Panca Tattva, almost nothing can be better, while creating that order out of disorder. And, I am almost done. Last break and last half an hour to do and I can sleap taken by a surprise of a day that went "my way". It is kind of difficult to start things we do not like to do or things that simply look impossible, things that scare us, feel way too tiring and demanding, impossible to menage in the time given... But, once we start it and make it as likable as possible and keep moving, it gets eventually easier, we get to experience that things are moving in the right direction and with a few breaks to rest and chear up, reevaluate, it moves and happens and it can make you feel, when you finally sit at the top of the mountain looking at that beautiful and unforgatable sunset, as if it is fun to do the impossible.

99. loving hand

Today things did not work as expected, but it was at the end all for good it would appear. I may have needed some time on my own and time with my God. That it was all crowened with a beautiful hour of kirtan in a pleasant company, the best I could desire I guess, it made the day. And while I sat in song I realized that I at times forget all those small moments when I was given so my cup was full of joy and peace and when I knew I was loved and cared for. And I need to remember, I need to write my book full of knowledge of it, for times I claim lack of them so I can prove myself wrong and be at peace in hope of yet another such time, when it is right and needed and meant to be there. For today, for presents in it and turns arranged by hand invisible but loving, I am grateful tonight. Thank you.

97. smile

This morning while walking home I was met by the smell of apples, that I could not localize, and a smile of an unknown woman. The only thing I could tell you about her is she had a silver cross on the chain. Which made me think that while I last days walked the streets of this small city rather many people greeted me and I now wondered if this is the usual fact of people thinking me familiar (it happens) but not knowing me, am I forgetting people I should know or have I simply spent too long time on the streets of big city last year whilst here people are still old fashioned and feel kinship with people they share street with and greet them. Of course I returned all greetings, but I did not originate them as surely in the big city I do not expect to greet anyone unless they stand in front of me and call my name. When does a group of people turn into fellowship? What does determine such feeling, is it the street you walk, experiences you share, knowledge, title, profession, interest, heart? Perhaps, a smile toward another human being does not require a cause. So, I smile today. 

96. sunrays and milk

I am throwing in here a few things that made me present to the moment, touched, inspired and grateful. Two mornings ago I woke up relatively early and my eyes met the beautiful pinkish red colour of the sunrays reflecting on the wall of our living room, raising sun, it´s warmth, inspiration of another day. Today, I woke up a bit later, thus meeting the golden rays of already awaken sun, but just as beautiful and inspiring.

Another thing so worth keeping here is a taste of milk. After picking up kids at school I needed a small energy boost and took a glass of milk and it tasted revitalizing and comforting at the same time. I always liked milk. I could drink a whole half litar package when I was a kid, and I got to. But at times I simply drink it as I am thirsty or in need of some fast food. Yesterday I stopped with a taste and feeling of it, I remembered how good a simple glass of milk can be. And I am thankful for it.

95. rainbows simply

As car turned into our street I noticed a stripe of a rainbow on my right and looking closer I have seen it go all the way, followed by the second stripe amongst the clouds. And as we rounded the corner again, just above the neighbours house and then our there they were, again, two stripes of a rainbow. Simply a smile of a day. Thank you.

94. violin players

One of the delights of the day was my mother in law playing a violin while I prepared lunch. Listening to music that touches heart is always great, but I had my very own personal happy musician to keep me company and poor happiness of my heart into our plates afterwards. We had rather good time this last days.

And as I was a bit out of writing lately I will add here another event from few days ago, a wedding at which my mother in law was a priest. Groom, a violin teacher, being a friend of my husband, we were there too. I was still feeling somewhat week and eventually went out with children to the grass outside the couple´s home so they could run without turning the place upside down. Just before we were leaving the groom came out with peaches and gave me one and thanked for coming. I ate just before arriving there and most of the food there wasn´t really for me or my family, but peaches, given with such gratitude and care, them taking time for this small personal touch in a day as important as wedding is, I was more then touched and thankful, inspired really, finding myself thought and worth taking note of it.