It’s overrated, said a friend, I do what I do, When I want to. No one cares if I live or die, So honestly, tie me down if you will, I’m ready for the kill. Bring it on – I’m dependable, Nigh ready to sell my soul, For bondage. It’s highly addictive, Said another, I...
My ruptured heart, craves its Zen.
Carpe Diem, my mind cries,
Seize the day, says the twitching hand.
Dams shatter, throbbing fingers twinge,
A deluge unhinge.
Processor processed, machine absorbs-
precious outpourings on blank white pages,
Why can it not be mine?
Said the besotted dame,
Whose villa stood tall, lawns, and halls,
Admired, esteemed, a complex being,
Housing an eternal need.
Tis Ego that winces, and cringes.
Has me in its hold.
They say, I am no good,
Loud, hammering, relentless,
Yet I rise, march on,
Head held high.
Ego sustains,
Knows she is not unique,Â
Yet bearer of a force,
 Isolated from the feeble,Â
That none can annul.Â
“Motherhood means attachment. And today, as I sit at my desk, I tell myself each day, to love and let be; to appreciate but not advise; to converse as equals- listen more, not judge and coerce and pile my expectations onto their lives. Easy? Nah.Â
 What are my expectations?”Â
5 women decide to head out to the vineyards at Khao Yai in Thailand. They explore wineries, waterfalls, rain clouds, lily ponds while being enthralled by monkeys, deer and elephants! A day by day account of a joyous holiday full of happy surprises.