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Being u – A letter to my sister…


Being you

Being you

I love you for letting me be me in your presence.
For being able to express my frustration on some concern of mine without it effecting our deep ties.
I love you for being there in the times I celebrate life.
And the ones when I am mad at circumstances…
And as your sister I want you to be aware of the uniqueness of your being.
I want you to bless your presence, your birth and even every second of the lucky person I am to have you in my mornings, evenings, years and days…
I want a whole lot.
I want you to take care of yourself if not for yourself then for me for I cannot imagine my space without you.
I want your joys to be mine. Your laughter to be in synchronization with mine but if it’s not, I will try to erase the shadows of your soul.
I am willing to try alleviate your burden.
Share the tools I stumbled upon by divine providence.
But most of all I feel privileged and honoured to have been given the opportunity of treading the paths together, heart to heart, hand in hand…
This is why I picked up this morning my phone to let you know.
Thank you for being one of the best person I know on this planet.
Thank you for giving so much of you in the eight days I was visiting.
For sharing your time, listening…
For your big generous heart.
For encompassing, embracing all that cross your path.
For showing it.
For the light, the proof that goodness prevails.
For leading quietly without realizing it.
For being.

P.s
My apologies for my absence during a very busy winter until now.
As soon as things quieten down I’ll be back liking & commenting again
promise ­čÖé

Fantasy from the underlayer-Drawing the unknown…


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Fantasy
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Here, I let my hand wander through the times my
Imagination
Would run wild, where my crayons would lead the way to
Shapes
Never planned, take control of colors… the vanguard
Of an army
Of ideas lying in the underlayer, waiting to spring out
Free
Uninhibited, uninhabited by minds already born…

P.s
As a much younger person I used to let my hand roam freely on the page creating beautiful shapes which with time got lost… Here I tried to recapture that talent but it will need some practice.
The good part is that my oil pastel experience is getting on ­čÖé