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Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....                                                               The skies stay grey here.....darkening sometimes, funneling.......storming..... Water below catches the  pageantry  uneasiness as high tide....rises up, crashes hard...frothing up as  rabid fangs.  Ocean tries to mirror the reflection by turning into a metallic liquid  that looks menacing, uninhabitable....sequestered. Sky is desolate & life in water quivers deeper to survive...day after day  There are but only flickers of calmness..when the sky cracks up to let in the sunlight....encompassing the entire planet in gold. Water returns to it's candor of cerulean beauty...........................briefly.   Breathe, breathe, bre...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share..... Neither the ocean, nor a wave..                                                                  Thou art only a drop in the sea...                                                                  Although thine is a jouncy ride...                                                                  SERENITY defines ye ..... Just like waves...unceasing...back & forth....forceful at times ...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....                                                                  UNIPRINCESS            Once upon a time in a far away land lived a beautiful princess  named  Adalira.  Just like her name, she was very noble & kind. She was trained in the art of archery, horsemanship & jousting, besides being skilled in tapestry & tatting. She won many cross country tournaments in each prowess.                        She was well known for her golden locks, hazel eyes and integrity of all.  She was surrounded by riches and comfort but also was down to earth. She would never be rude to anyone. She would go out of...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....                                               CAYO THE CHANGE    Cayo was a colorful, chubby, charming caterpillar. Beside being a chatterer, he was also a gobbler.  He ate till he couldn't move, and since he couldn't move he ate even more. Mama Rue, the herb whose leaves he munched on, worried about him. Mama Rue always encouraged Cayo to keep moving by a gentle sway of her leaves & twigs. Cayo was a friendly caterpillar. He would banter with any one cruising through Mama Rue's station. Mama Rue would offer her special leaves to anyone who stopped by for chitter-chatter with joyful Cayo.                                           ...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....             It was late spring, with the grass a very deep green and colorful flower buds decorating the land, topped off with a bright sun bathing the forest with warmth, and Mother Minda was expecting bunnies. At the blooming of the narcissus flowers, Mother Minda birthed four beautiful kits.             Three of them, girls, were varying shades of mauve. The fourth kit was the smallest and was baby blue with the flappiest ears Mother Minda had ever seen. He came to be known as Flappy Blue.             As the days shortened, her bunnies, still very young and small, still couldn’t say any other words than “Mamma”. Flappy Blue’s sisters would say this all the time, but he kept quiet.     ...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....                                         In the haziness I see clearly...yes it's me!! I am seeing myself in a rapture, sitting beside my family. Everyone is euphoric that I have found the girl of my dreams. The at-oneness everyone feels to have Rose as our new family member is so felicitating. "Yes," I say. "I'll travel back from my trip in a jiffy & I'll plug myself into the preparation for this communion." I'm looking at my mother. Y do I see her contour turn into an agony? A voice disembodied from her is ululating a whoop. It's quiet disconcerting to see the haziness thicken into obscurity. "Where has everyone gone? That wail is getting louder & louder... Between my blinks I see the figure. "No, there are two of them. Y is that lady crying? My eyes feel heavy, ...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....             Out from the dirt pops an eye.. flinching at the light first but steadily gathering the strength to look around, feeling the first rays of the sun, trying to get au fait with her surroundings. Suckling on the life force around she grows. Absorbent by nature she discerns as she grows into a sapling. Beautiful, curvaceous & radiant freshness of her first blossom got her some gawks.            Growing wasn't easy in those marshy lands. Adversity was the teacher and frugality were her resources. Though challenging her surroundings were doting. Heedless she grew gleefully. Neelima's focus stayed on strengthening her roots the dilly-dally didn't amuse her. Uphills looked luxurious & enticing. Her alluring beady eyes would see the play-off's by the elite on high grounds. It looked greener, fancier alm...