wandering mind

I met Beth through her comment on a blog. I fell in love with the way she writes - I was telling my husband that Beth writes like I write in my dreams. If you are not familiar with her work, please check her out at Beth Kephart Books . Beth is also a dancer. She recently had a contest on her blog to define what dance is. I also entered and guess what? I am one of the winners !!!! Check out all the entries here . We received the book and I feel so special holding this book signed by the author. My daughter and I are fighting over the possession of the book. I think it would be a joint custody at this point. Thank you Beth. My daughter and I just love you :)

Put your palms up to the sun Turn your face up Close your eyes Soak in the heat Enjoy the saffron light Dancing behind your eyelids Close your palms Let your blood carry the heat Singing All the way to your heart Spring is here Happy Spring all

The following two quotes have been stuck in my thoughts this whole week, so I thought I would share them with you. Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings. ~ Victor Hugo Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. ~ Mark Twain

Dear Meghana, Around this time 13 years ago, we were caught in the beltway rush hour trying to make it the Holy Cross Hospital. I was doubling with pain every time a contraction came and I was afraid that I will deliver you on the shoulder of I-95. But you took your own sweet time and didn't come till 7:17 that evening. When I got to the hospital, and was all hooked up, one of the nurses commented that the heart beat looks like its a boy. I wanted my first born to be a girl - My wish came true. You were 4 weeks early. You didn't cry when you were born. They whisked you away to NICU. I had 101 fever so I wasn't allowed in NICU. I had a sleepless night and didn't get to hold you till the next day. You were so tiny that I was afraid to hold you. I can't believe 13 years have passed. It feels like yesterday. Happy Birthday Sweetheart - wish you happiness always. love, Mom

I crumble clumps of dirt that have hardened over winter. Dark dirt slides through my fingers. I have dreamt of this day all winter long - the day of getting the garden patch ready for planting. I spot the oregano peeking out in the corner where it faithfully comes back every year. I smile at it and feel warm inside. The berry bushes are loaded with buds again. The strawberry patch promises a good harvest. The tomato and pepper seedlings that I had started in March have been patiently waiting on the side. They have a look on their face of a child waiting to dive into the pool on a hot summer day. If these plant could move, they too would dive into this dirt giggling. I have watched them grow from tiny seeds all winter long in my sunny window. Now it is time for them to move on. I have been digging for a while and sun is warming my back. A glass of lemonade would be nice right about now. The sweat running down my back feels good. I have waited so long for this. Oh sorry - I was just day ...

Deb/Lori - You asked for a picture of my finished project (from my previous post). I am not sure when I will finish the blanket since I have the tendency to start ten projects at the same time. I made some wash cloths recently and here are some of them. I am also posting some pictures of the blanket which is going to be a work in progress for a while :) A basket weave wash cloth Another wash cloth Yet another wash cloth :) And finally little rectangles in the color ecru that I am making which have the potential of adding up to make a blanket one of these days.

With each knot of crochet I get one step closer With each knot I tie and affirm my hopes and aspirations Many moons from now When I have returned back disintegrated back to the basic elements Would these hopes and dreams stay secure and alive? nestled within these knots? My future generations Would they feel the love the hopes the dreams aspirations yearnings Being silenty whispered by this blanket Would they pick up where I left off and let my story continue? Would they allow my dreams to mingle with their dreams So let me dream these dreams that are not restricted to a lifespan And let me weave them into this blanket of my dreams