The Inner Workings of My twisted Mind...

The green of the garbage truck, the blue of the courier van, the red fire truck these are the colours  i saw on most days, but never noticed. These are new found colours in the normal grey existence of daily hustle bustle that my 2 year old son taught me to see. " ma! Green" he shouts as he sees the garbage truck go by. Never has a garbage truck brought a smile to my face before. There is so much that a 2 yr old can teach you-smiling at passers by, saying hello to neighbors you never spoke to before,being happy with just a hug from a loved one, dusting yourself off and getting up every time you fall. Waking up with a smile every morning, sighing the word " nice" everytime your loved ones hug you, being able to say candidly " i don't want it" everytime you don't want it. Simple things, untouched by societal pressures, untouched by pretense. Simple things that i have learnt from my 2 yr old, many more lessons being learned daily. And I know t...

It's a hot humid day, the air is grey and the smell of wilting grass and smoke fills the air. There isn't a single bird in the sky and the trees are still. She sits pondering the happenings of the world. The wars being fought, the lives being lost, the starving children and the families being torn. The innocents wronged, the greedy who have won. Of the time when it was all alright, when things came full circle. When the phrase " good things happen to good people" still applied.. Still made sense. When " everything will be alright " wasn't a hollow promise. When telling your children to be good and honest no matter what, didn't doom them to a life of disappointment .when all was just. But it isn't so, it hasn't been for a while. The greedy grow, the unjust thrive .what goes around doesnt come around any more. She pauses for a while, she senses a growing restlessness.an urge to make it right. But she stops and goes back to her coffee. . Karma...