For some reason the word 'vagary' reminds of something sugary... maybe because it rhymes with 'jaggery'...
Every once in a while I feel the need to upset things just a little bit, just to feel that I'm alive, that something is moving, that things are going somewhere, that I'm not an unwilling victim of inertia.
But sometimes the "things" take control! When they do, life is nothing short of a rollercoaster ride, almost like a huge upheaval that tosses you high, high up in the air and then suddenly plunges you to the bottom of the sea. And at the end of the twisted journey, you feel like the piece of laundry that has been whish-whooshed about helplessly in a washing machine and wrung hard, separated from the wetness ... of emotion.
A friend of mine is a poetess in her own right. Her words brought a weird sense of calm. But not before I realised that I wanted to cry, smile, shrug, escape, laugh, scream, give up, and begin again all at once!
Sweet, huh?! I'm trying to retrieve some of the moisture. I want to feel again!
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"The only gift is a portion of thyself."
tiramisu
2 comments:
Nice blog. Warm and unpretentious.
Thanks, Magpie.
In this world where appearances matter more than substance, one gets but few chances to let one's guard down.
But, wait, I sound too fatalistic. and that's definitely not me!! Like I said, I want to feel again. I believe I can. And so I will!
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