You need partners.
The kind who watch out while you’re at the wheel. The ones who steady the course while you set direction.
Partners you don’t have to check on, because you just know—they’re there.
The ones who see the wrinkles you tried to hide. Not because they were looking for flaws, but because they know you too well.
In partnerships, moments come alive. Love blossoms. Possibilities emerge. New realities take shape.
And at the heart of it all? Trust.
Have you experienced it?
Reflections can be pointed. The lake held a piece of wood that was enough of a perch for a bird!
We all have faces. This poem by Derek Walcott moves me beyond its words.
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
It’s early in the morning. The Sun is unleashing a fresh crimson on an early sky which still seems besotted with the night gone by.
The Sun is there. Persistent yet silent. The only loud statement coming from it action : a constant rising.
People warm up to the Sun. But before people do, the birds set off a note of welcome. Loud. Joyful. Synchronous in their randomness. And as they announce their presence the giant temple gopuram of several centuries seems to nod and smile.
A new day is here. The Sun is out. It’s time to flap your wings and fly.
Fly.
(at Meenakshi Amman Temple)
There is character to much of Europe and its people. The open spaces define it.
It invites you to come in, stretch the muscle and the mind. Indulge in conversation. Catch up with a book. Sit back cuddling a coffee. Or watch people do all of the above and more.
Suddenly from nowhere, you realise the space has given a flight to your dreams. The asynchronous flutter of wings of pigeons announce lift off.
Suddenly much around you seems different.
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