It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for and
if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk looking like a fool for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know
if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money
you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where
or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
Oriah

The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride. Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit, for anger resides in the lap of fools. ~ Ecclesiastes 7:8-9

". . . great things do not just happen by impulse but are a succession of small things linked together."
Vincent van Gogh
"You may know that the peony is Jeannin's, the hollyhock belongs to Quost, but the sunflower is mine in a way."
Vincent van Gogh (to Theo)

"I have long since come to believe that people never mean half of what they say, and that it is best to disregard their talk and judge only their actions”
... Dorothy Day

today i found a pic of a piece which i made for a friends wedding pretty big size 3 ft wide and 6 ft height, it seems am more inclined towards graphical images as majority of my work revolves around square, circles triangle etcs

If anyone interested in the making please contact me will give you details of making it

“Expect to have hope rekindled.

Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways.
The dry seasons in life do not last.
The spring rains will come again.” ....

Sarah Ban Breathnach

"True inspiration and creativity comes more readily when you learn to enjoy the journey through your art, no matter what direction it might take you. Learn to follow your artistic voice as well as guide your Art to its completion." Mary Hettmansperger

Have been doing a lot of paper crafts but not able to document to show, will do it very soon

“Surviving a loss and letting go is only half of the story. The other half is the secret belief that we will find, in one form or another, what we have lost. And it is that potential, shimmery as a star on a clear night that helps us survive.” – Veronica Chambers

i suppose it would be a little challenge for the kids to go to school after a break, i hated going to school, as today morning was a chaos in our house, both of them were relectant to go to school after travelling back from wedding ceremony of their maternal uncle last night, trying to search for things that were lying in front of their eyes, purposely doing things late, elder one took 45 minutes in the bathroom God knows doing what.

Finally went to school

kids are fun to be with inspite of all the extra efforts you have to put in.

a forward from my friend Nisha
Real Good One…!Just thought of sharing the same.
We all are in some way a crack pot, but what is important is to take
advantage of the same and even make that so beautiful. Read on….
*A PRECARIOUS BALANCE IN LIFE**
*
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole
which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and
while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water
at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the
cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one
and a half pots full of
water in his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its
accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor
cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was
able to accomplish only half of what it had been
made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the
water bearer one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."
"Why?" asked the bearer."What are you ashamed of?"
"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load
because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to
your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work,
and you don't get full value from your efforts", the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion
he said,"As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the
beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun
warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered
it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had
leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its
failure.
The bearer said to the pot,"Did you notice that there were flowers only on
your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I
have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted
flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from
the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick
these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being
just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."
Moral : Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But
it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very
interesting and rewarding. We have just got to take each person for what
they are, and look for the good in them. There is a lot of good out there.
There is a lot of good in all of us !
Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape

Nish u're a darling friend, thanks for a very inspiring story

this project is a little different from all i keep doing this was made out of tissue paper and the technique is plysplit braiding, made in jan 2006

I grew up in a home where my parents put everyone else's needs ahead of their own, and my mother who goes out of her way to make others comfortable at our home. I grew up feeling that life was not safe and that I must struggle to survive emotionally, with all the failures in my life, I felt, strong and at peace with my life, as i attached myself to my nieces Netra and Hunan with those hippie slings, taking them everywhere with me, not missing out on anything in life, but simply adding them to it. Self care and self focus seemed to fly out the window in favour of putting them first. It's so very easy to lose my "self", when i become so hyper-focused on them, especially when they both are so close to my heart, my nieces They have healed me in more ways than I thought possible...it is them who have led me to refocus on my creativity. We bake, cook, draw, knit etc together thier creative interests has strengthened my passion for creativity

Motai (Loving name of Uncle) who I will never forget Who took a piece of my heart with him when he left this world, and that's ok.......because I gave it to him, made a huge impact in my life and my heart, left for heavanly abode in 2005,
*Who taught me that when you're at death's door, it doesn't matter how much money you earned, what kind of car you drove or how big your house was, but rather how you lived your life
*Who taught me that even the most insignificant choices we make, make a difference in our lives

this was not needed but had to take this snap as this was the only sign that you are crossing the tropical line

Very important i do some creative work to keep my sanity, and have started doing a little work everyday on either my unfinished pieces or new ones

I like the way the colours move in the piece, promise to finish the endings very soon

Its been almost after a year and half had not worked on my braiding pieces, partly because my injured finger took almost nine months to heal perfectly and partly was a little upset with life, nothing unusual the whole world goes through this facade of life. this project was left unfinished in the box for years had started in 2001 sometime after earthquake but took really long to finnish the piece yet the finnishing braids are left, am not able to decide which one to do my regular 8 strand sinnet or something else

These are the stones, have done drawings on them with felt tip pen, lately have been making this kind of birds i enjoy drawing them

very sorry for bad photos, have yet not learnt how to use my camera

these are the things i will be grateful for

pieces from my travel...

memories of stolen moments...

These traditional nonstick pans made of clay are from my hometown, chota udaipur- panchmahal an eastern rural belt of gujarat, but i bought them in Bhuj way north of Gujarat, amazing

my friend Nisha sent a mail today
Look at the Other Side..
A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him. To keep her busy, he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again.
He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done. But the little one came back within minutes with perfect map... When he asked how she could do it so quickly, she said, "Oh... Dad, there is a man's face on the other side of the paper... I made the face perfect to get the map right." she ran outside to play leaving the father surprised.
Moral of the Story:
Friends, There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world. This story indirectly teaches a lesson. i.e. whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation, look at the other side... You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem..
Thank You Nish, good learning

“A home is not a mere transient shelter...
its essence lies in the personalities of the people who live in it.

”Henry Louis Mencken