we all wonder….about our wonder years…

What would you do if I sang out tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song
I will try not to sing out of key, yeah

Oh, baby I get by with a little help from my friends
By with a little help from my friends.
All I need is my buddies
By with a little help from my friends
I said I’m gonna get by with a little
By with a little help from my friends
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Said I don’t know if that’s what I’m sure do to, baby
By with a little help from my friends
Said I’m gonna make it with my friends
By with a little help from my friends
Whoa oh I’m gonna keep on trying
By with a little help from my friends
Said I’m gonna keep on trying.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love

Then Almitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, Master?
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

- khalil gibran

my new painting is going to be an orginal…well, almost. it is what we call insipired. since, i have chosen not to do oils, i will stick to madhubani art form

how can a four and 1/2 year old read an oscar wilde unabridged short story? yes, she read the happy prince yesterday. kids are so wonderful, they are so inspiring. 

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

- Khalil Gibran

Imagine that someone else is in the room watching you…

…show us the gap between how we would, ideally, like others to think of us and how we rally are ! Our reaction to situations , our manners …try to imagine how it might appear to others. Doing this excersice can be quite humbling, interesting and might help us put thing back in perspective.