Curiosity kills the ‘cat’ch

It’s easy to tear the paper label and see the beginning piece of the ball of wool. So often however, we end up looking for the end piece too. Like the cat, curiosity gets the better of us and we want to play.

It actually makes no sense to try to find the end from the very beginning because if you have ever played with a ball of wool you will know that it turns out to be a real mess and you can never quite get out of the tangle.

So many people do the same with relationships. It shouldn’t be that way though. Surely being patient and letting the fibre reveal itself piece by piece is a much better way to ensure some warmth at the end of a hard day’s knit.

Rats! Let’s start an amusement park.

Life is like a rat-race. We’re all rats spinning on our own wheels. It feels like we’re going nowhere but the speed gives us a thrill. We also make real Mickeys of ourselves at times (remember that Mickey Mouse is a rat?)

Despite the abovementioned similarities, it is the differences that are more important. Firstly, the scenery we have is much more pleasant than the rat’s. If only we slowed down to admire it. Secondly, our cages are self-imposed. We can never really be free but we can definitely free ourselves of the unnecessary grids that keep us back. Thirdly, we can choose the rats in our habitat. So, why not share wheels and start a merry-go-round?

F(e)ast

Move away from your usual feast by enclosing the e (eats, excess, extravagance, e-mail, ego, ether, ecstasy) and have a blessed month of fast.

Ramadaan Mubarak.

Hand and I coordination

Buried in a colouring book

You move easily beyond the outlines

Blurring the image and

Colouring in frantically

With shades of burnt umber and red.

Wednesday’s word

expatiate 

Verb intr. To speak or write at length.

So as not to ek-spay-shee-ayt, this post ends here.

Boundaries

Your words are like a picket fence of

Evenly spaced posts knocked into my ground.

Whitewashed, rigid, sharp at the tip.

All they give me is a false sense of security.

Changing the word. One letter at a time.

 

 

 

 

 

Inspired by the charming little book Bloom’s Bouquet of Imaginary Words (by Jeffrey and Carole Bloom), the following words blossomed in my mind:

• Hitlher - A female with dictatorial tendencies.
• Quillter – A person who practices the art of writing.
• Matrimoney - An Indian girl’s ploy to get rich.
• Plastor – A person who delivers tacky sermons.

Stature

Ever feel like you’re

The one in the second row.

Too short to be seen?