What do they tell us about us?
Are they mirrors to our past,
When we reflect,
do we have the courage to be honest?
Do we take off our masks
and see clearly
in the pools of pondering
or do we
is not true?
What I did in April
(for the second time)
was the A to Z.
I cobbled together a new post every morning
followed by sharing
visiting other bloggers
and reading comments left by others.
Truth be told, it turned out to be more challenging to read than to write!
Never thought that was even possible.
But it seemed like that BECAUSE
there were so many amazing blogs out there.
Come on a tiny tour of the treasures that April unfolded:
I can't possibly mention ALL the links I clicked on in April,
so I'll stick to the ones I found myself visiting every day,
despite exhaustion and a kitchen sink full of dirty dishes.
Housework suffered and I gained SIX bloody pounds!
Those were the only negatives of April.
Let's move on to the good stuff then:
I travelled to far off countries (on my bucket list) like Ecuador --thanks to Emily
and Maui with Courtney
Keith rambled on about Amble Bay. I almost had an ice-cream with him.
Yes, all this from the comfort of my kitchen chair--
that's the magic of blogging.
IF you can forget the bloody pounds you've piled on.
And that ice-cream was NOT even real!
There was so much to learn and admire in April:
From Wendy's odd objects which came packed in the bubble wrap of her funny commentary
To Sara's herbs which made Deborah and I want to tumble in lilac.
The same rolling in lilac Deborah mentioned jargogle on the day of J
and I found myself in a state of yagiment--how can I use this word that reminds me of googly eyes in a jar?
I haven't done any writing this week--so yagimenting continues -- but the good kind:)
I found out that there's "A day to celebrate your first kiss"--who knew it even existed?
Toni found me and when I visited her I found Frank's tree--I'll be going back to see more, I'm sure.
There were weird stories all neatly complied under the title WTFs to keep your creative juices flowing--although not always in the right direction--if you get my drift.
We all love stories and when they come in the shape of recorded history, one gets pulled into the narrative. Kristin rekindled my desire to find out about my family's history. Both sets of my grandparents were refugees of the 1947 partition--when India was carved into two and Pakistan was born. They made India their home where I was born.
Words are my wine, I'd said when I started this challenge.
Some people have the gift to turn their words into balm and salve our souls with them.
Then there were bloggers who turned into friends in a matter of few posts.
Jz, you know who you are:)
I've saved my favourite discovery for the last--
My soul mate
happened to come along into my life this April.
He goes by the name of Elliot and you can find him here, right Sue?
I bid you adieu
with a sigh.
I'll miss you guys.
But the EXTRA pounds won't go anywhere if I don't get my butt out of this chair and on that yoga mat.
So, for the sake of a leaner me (summer is not too far away, you see) I'll leave you with a BIG THANK YOU and these lines:
"I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance
Were it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance."
Till we meet again
in Thunder, Lightning or in....
Oh! No! the fingers are on a roll.
Need to get to that treadmill---soon.