"I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free."
Michelangelo
Welcome! This blog is about my random thoughts, colourful pictures and paintings, some of my pencil drawings, reflections on things I feel strongly about and my experiences as I journey through life. Hope you enjoy it. Feel free to add your comments and suggestions, but please refrain from spam, racist or uncomfortable comments. Thanks for visiting!

Friday, 27 December 2019

Reflections




Another year comes to an end and its time to reflect on where we are at.

You've likely accomplished and grown in ways you don't realize.  Stay away from toxic elements and cherish the loved ones who have always been there for you! I hope everyone remembers that the fact that you made it here is incredible in and of itself. And this is huge.

Irrespective of everything, the survival itself is radical. And it is enough. And what you have accomplished is enough.

With that thought, I wish all my friends in blog land a very happy new year!!!


Friday, 7 June 2019

A Glimpse

Springtime - Pierre Auguste 

A glimpse through an interstice caught, 
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner, 
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand, 
A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest, 
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word. 

- Walt Whitman

Wednesday, 22 May 2019

White Jasmine


Every evening she blossoms
Scenting the air with her sweet fragrance
Jasmine of the night.




Sunday, 12 May 2019

Fire and Ice


 Magdalena Bay -  François-Auguste Biard

Fire and Ice 

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert Frost 

Monday, 29 April 2019

Funeral Blues


Ophelia - John William Waterhouse


Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

- W.H.Auden

This has always been a favourite poem of mine conveying the sense of loss as it can only be felt.