ArtInCrochet

Sometimes a bijou event ruminates you into world of imagination......         Occurrence as elementary as being bitten by your pet bird, instead of jolting you into reality propels you to imagine.....            Now that i have been bitten and have a parakeet bacteria running into my blood stream. I'm host to something so potent that in days i will see having incursion of blue feathers all over me. My limbs turn into black stripped wings. Now I am humanoid scary but resplendent avian.           Above being volitant i am volitional..........i can only envisage the possibilities... Besides leaving my ten year old into frenzy of giggles at my imagination, the child in me lingers on this conception longingly. Ahhhhh!! the what iffsss?!!!..... the endless ones......like mirages of our verve.         Soaring through the sky i am this huge bird.... unrecompensed.....gratuitous...

One of those days wherein drive back home is not just singing along to music but contemplating in silence about a pep talk with a friend on her driveway that lingers longer than need be & compels you to make a note on it.          So while waving me a goodbye she sees a thick book on my passenger side & asks y would you carry a book in car. Made me giggle like a girl caught with candy. Bashfully i say you know i am almost a single mom for 4 days since my husband travels. I run all errands. Do all the dropping and waiting for classes & rehearsals. When everyone buries themselves in phone i prefer a book. That didn't convince her at all. Y would you carry a religious book? she says.            Now mind you this friend of mine is extremely religious. She visits temple everyday. Does her daily puja & chanting of mantras. I say this isn't a religious book that i trash around in my car but is a spiritual guide book so i ...