I think its time to finally share with all of you that am letting go of my blogs old name and moving to a new, shiny blog with a new name .Moving to a blog that is entirely mine which means a cooler look, great new competitions and much more content . So the whole moving of stuff around will take a while, not too long though but I promise to keep all you updated through my Facebook page and of course Twitter.
For the new name – humm will take a while to reveal – no drama here just a few things to be sorted out first 🙂
But the biggest news ever – I am now Mami (aunty) to a cute little boy, am hoping to see him real soon for he is so far away, several thousand miles away… in another continent …sighh
I have also been staying away from my computer for a while as my hand is still recovering from a carpal tunnel op but it is not as sore , but while I was recovering just after the surgery I found a whole new addiction – watching back to back whole seasons of legal dramas on the TV on one of the subscriber services! Damn I have been so so guilty. Its unstoppable ! Almost a crazy obsession that has taken over my whole life … but I think thanks to the brilliant weather am finally able to tear myself away from the telly and get back to being my old self (notice how I am avoiding using the word ”normal” self – but that is a discussion we shall not have right now
Spring seems to have really got some beautiful new buds blossoming in the garden of my life I must say. There is a lot more to look forward to – happy things , things that make me smile , people who make me smile …..a new chapter has unfolded hasn’t it ?
Oddly enough all thats NEW coincides with us just having celebrated New Year or ”Gudi Padwa” as did many other communities who bring in New Year on different days , according the Lunar Calendar which we follow. This brings to my mind a new year poem by Thomas Hardy-
The Darkling Thrush
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land’s sharp features seemed to be
The Century’s corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.