STORYBOOK FOR A CAUSE: Artwork & Life Stories

"The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions— the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitessimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling. ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge" “Hang on”, said the flowers. The caterpillar was scared. He blushed from fear. And he became all red. The red caterpillar trembled. He felt that he was too heavy for the stem.  “You can do it,” cheered the flowers.  The caterpillar was thinking if he could just be content and munch on the leaves.  But he was hoping for the flowers. The fuchsia petals looked pretty and he felt that ache to nibble on them - just like what he did to this. He wanted to remember their colors and file those in his dreams. The flowers knew that the caterpillar would put them to tatters. But they were willing to sacrifice. ...

"Take a moment out of your timeline to think.. Create clearly.  Slow down.  Use thought wisely.  It is your paintbrush... in creating your own tapestry." "To see a world in a grain of sand,  And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour." ~William Blake I came back to walk this path. There were still gladiola wildflowers on the wayside. The others have already wilted.  I thought, "Life is short!" So, I took time to have photo ops with the flowers ☺ I always find joy in God's creation and all things great and small. Everyday that I passed them by, they have looked ordinary. But they do, in some other way, always take my breath away. It is in one's power to create the happy moments. Like a mushroom popping out overnight  in a different form and color, life's bliss are summoned even in the most un...

The butterfly and the ant crossed path.   Like a ballerina, the butterfly twirled.   The broad pandan leaf her stage. The ant, confused,  moved back and forth, in hip hop motion. The broad pandan leaf her highway. To each her own. The butterfly wanted to show off her wings so she catwalked around the length of her ramp. The ant , however needed to finish her business of finding food so she teetered   around her path  to get off the way of the butterfly . And so they danced. Each one did her own step. The butterfly did the motions with leisure. She just emerged from her chrysalis. She is in the apex of her life! "The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough." - Rabindranath Tagore The ant moved in a tactical formation to search for food and must hurry. There is no time to play. She fo...

“An old man's story is written in the lines on his face; an old trail's story is written in the lines on the face of the earth.”    This is an old trail - a well trodden path. Each one who walked here has their own story to tell. It was a sunny afternoon, but it was also drizzling.  The earth was damp with the intermittent showers of rain.  The bamboo stands glistened with the drops of rain reflecting the sunshine. Their leaves were dripping.  A blast of chilly air hit me.  The weather became downcast.  The ongoing romance of the sunshine and the rain made the ambiance of the trail moody – a refreshing drama for my mushroom walk. When I was a little girl, I believed that I once lived in enchanted mushrooms. Hence, I do the trails for my mushroom walks. My finding each one is a moment of a happy coming home!     I search for ...