“So it is: we are not given a short life but we make it short, and we are not Ill-supplied but wasteful of it.” […] All things that are still to come lie in uncertainty; live straightway!” ― Lucius Annæus Seneca, On the Shortness of Life Thank you, for sharing my journey with me! P.S. Get your friends subscribe to the newsletter!
Click the pic for a larger one Love looks pretty on you. Makes you soft, tender, proud. Makes you sit up and take notice. Gives you a home to set down your things. What a blessing it is, to have music and dancing and poetry. What a gift it is, to look at someone and say, I’m so happy to have found you at last, at last, at long, long last...
This birthday is my first without Daddy. And so this post today, because I want these words out of my head and heart, before they overwhelm me. Dad & I have birthdays immediately following each other (the 25th & 26th.) All my birthday memories are inextricably linked with him. Him being indulgent with his firstborn. Him holding me close and sharing his cake with me as I grew. Him taking care of me and letting me crawl into his lap to say our prayers on cold mornings in our small drafty house....
Not all superheroes wear capes! Happy birthday, Mummy! Love from Daddy … and the rest of your entire brood!
Omnia mors æquat. “Death levels all things.” — Claudianus And so, I take each new day with gratitude.
You turn 34 today! I’ve known you for seventeen of those years. (I’ve known you half your life! :) We’ve been in love, eight. And I’ve been privileged to share my life with you, and walk with you for nearly, six. I cannot imagine life without you. You love crazy movies; (Which you drag me to.) You can engineer anything out of anything. (rain gutters out of old bisleri bottles,...
I lucked out when I met you on Feb 22nd, 1997 at my very first job interview. For all the photos I’ve shot of people, I still don’t have one of yours :) You’ve been my guilty secret :P While my life has been filled with turmoil, for the past fifteen years, you’ve been the one I counted on. You’ve always been my rock! You made sure work was a safe haven and a joy to do....
My mother wants me to write for her … You wrote for Daddy, she said. Now write a little something for me too. Such is Mummy. Satisfied with love. So here’s to you Mummy! Happy 60th! Sometimes I think, being a mother is all she ever knows. She had three boys by the time she was twenty eight. Daddy worked two jobs, to feed us. Leaving Mummy to handle three hyperactive boys....
I was going to write a “another year, another post” post on my birthday. I’ll still write that one, because I’m now jealous of Scott Young, who is a decade younger than me and is so much more sorted in his head and his life, that it make me jealous. However, I got a surprise gift in my mailbox that almost tore me up. (Yes, the video above) I met Mother Teresa once, when I was little and all she said to me, as she blessed me was...
Sad li’l Zei Li’l goonda Zei Li’l kooky Zei Li’l blah Zei Li’l “Look at me, I’m a scooty model!” Zei Happy li’l Zei Really happy li’l Zei Really, really “I’m so happy I could dance, because it’s my birthday” li’l Zei To my li’l muse, It’s funny how you’ve walked into my life and made a place there… like you’ve always belonged! I pray you always be happy, and that you always have your sense of innocence and gay abandon....