Curl Up with a Good Book

October 31, 2006


Curling up with a good book is a favourite past time ever since my childhood.


Reading stretches our soul by offering new ideas and experiences. Having acres of time to immerse ourselves in a rousing adventure story or hours to indulge in a passion for understanding a favourite subject creates a mini-vacation in a busy life.


We don’t have to wait for a vacation to have time for a good book. Even if we only have a half-hour, we can still savor a taste of the luxury of getting lost in a good book. 


 Everywhere I have sought rest and not found it, except sitting in comfortable armchair with a book.

Top Painting: “Sonnets” by Carrie Graber

Bottom Painting: ”Story Light” by Aldo Luongo.  

Soul Vacation

October 30, 2006


There are vacations – and then there are soul vacations.

A soul vacation can happen in a few minutes, a few hours, or a few days.


During my 10-day break, instead of packing my bags and heading for distant destinations, I indulged my imagination, spend some time in contemplation, and satisfy my soul with the honey sweetness of the present moment.

A soul vacation makes much of small things. I enjoyed a good book that took me on inner adventures. One afternoon, I even contemplated on the wonders of creation by watching a bee browse in the heart of a flower. I also took a walk with a friend. I had a glorious full body massage. Most of the time, I just sat and thought about life.


Please accept my apologies for not visiting your blogs nor updating my own. I had a 10-day well-deserved ‘ME’ time which I needed very much.

Painting: “Quiet Solitude” by Carrie Graber

The Colour of Friendship

October 19, 2006


Once upon a time the colours of the world started to quarrel. All claimed that they were the best. The most important. The most useful. The favourite.

Green said: “Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees and leaves. Without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority.”


Blue interrupted: “You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you would all be nothing.”


Yellow chuckled: “You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun.


Orange started next to blow her trumpet: “I am the colour of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don’t hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you.”


Red could stand it no longer and shouted out: “I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood – life’s blood! I am the colour of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the colour of passion and of love, the red rose, the poinsettia and the poppy.”


Purple rose up to his full height: He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: “I am the colour of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs and bishops have always chosen me for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me! They listen and obey.”


Finally Indigo spoke, much more quietly than all the others, but with just as much determination: “Think of me. I am the colour of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace.”


And so all the colours went on boasting, each convinced of his or her own superiority. Their quarrelling became louder and louder. Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightning and thunder rolled and boomed. Rain started to pour down relentlessly. The colours crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.


In the midst of the clamour, the rain began to speak: “You foolish colours, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest. Don’t you know that you were each made for a special purpose, unique and different? Join hands with one another and come to me.”

Doing as they were told, the colours united and joined hands.


The rain continued: “From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky in a great bow of colour as a reminder that you can all live in peace. The rainbow is a sign of hope for tomorrow.”


And so, whenever a good rain washes the world, and a rainbow appears in the sky, let us remember to appreciate one another.


Please find time to read “Learning from differences” in Musings with Marina Mahathir (Published in Star Two, dated 18 October 2006)

You will be able to read it at a later date on

Note: I thought it is most apt for me to share with everyone  this story about love in humanity for the double festive and joyous celebration. It was emailed to me by a very good friend. I do not know the actual source of the story.

The Crab & His Mother

October 18, 2006


I got this little story in my email yesterday.

A mother crab and her son went scurrying over the sand. The mother chastised her child: “Stop walking sideways! It’s much more becoming to stroll straightforward.”


And the young crab replied: “I will, Mother dear, just as soon as I see how. Show me the straight way, and I’ll walk in it behind you.”

Words are important, but there is nothing like the power of example.

Bitterness & Love

October 17, 2006


Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it.

Bitterness paralyses life; love empowers it.

Bitterness sours life; love sweetens it.

Bitterness sickens life; love heals it.

Bitterness blinds life; love anoints its eyes.

-Harry Emerson Fosdick-