Angels, Stars 'n Dreams

A very thoughtful surprise on Monday morn... Tagged by one of the bloggers I treasure K ochuthresiamma. Feelings : Intoxicated ‘n excited, cause now I know what the Oscar winners feel when their names are announced...he he he ;-). Humbled, cause I have only begun blogging. Appreciated ‘n a vi bit motivated to say the least. Now for the catch that comes with the award. A fore warning!! “This award is bestowed upon a fellow blogger whose blog’s content or design is, in the giver’s opinion, brilliant.”“When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to the said person so everyone knows she/he is real. Choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have seven friends. Show the seven random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment i

.....for all the infinite possibilities that the stars hold,   twinkling away. .....for all the memories of childhood, the mystical feeling. .....for wanting to swing on a star, ‘n walk on the cloud. .....for all the stories told by amma to get me through a meal, .....for all the dreams we share under the light of the moon ‘n stars. laying down on a clear night sky and wondering.. if they do talk to each other, if only i could decipher. .....for all the times i have found my answers, just looking at them,   enjoying each one of their twinkle. .....for those endless wishes upon the stars. .....for   each star..   an angel, ..... for all the times I miss those special people who went somewhere special, .....for i know they will always be angels. i pray, we shine forever, bear light to those we cherish, be the glow in the darkness.   ‘n shimmer ‘n twinkle. So here’s to all the stars who i spoke to, ‘n all the angels up there,   i take

A wife, a home maker, a daughter in law, a sister in law, for as long as I can remember have been a daughter, a sister, a friend, a spiritual being and for all  who don’t know, I have also been a person who has reached and held a thousand hands, who has managed to reach them through all the darkness, who held them so tightly that it always hurt me. All those unknown hands who have been purged by the fire of life and whose lives still reach out to a thousand others, who taught me that each one of us are angels of light ‘n life to somebody. Who taught me that there are those could give ‘n give ‘n continue giving, without anything in return. So here’s to them, all the unknown, faceless real life angels and my GOD whose amazing protection I have even through the most unimaginable times.

From trying to pick over a thousand thoughts on what my most ideal first post should be, and instead picking from one of them, I'm going to let this poem " Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dadelions" do the talking. The authour is unknown, yet I somehow feel I have know her, met her many a times. It was send to me by one of my angel friend some years ago and it says most of what I wish for all of you. More than anything this poem is the ideal introduction to my blog.... to life 'n living though my eyes.  Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions!!! Authour Unknown When I look at a patch of dandelions, I see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over my yard. My kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on. When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, I see a smelly, dirty person who probably wants money and I look away. My kids see someone smiling at them and they smile back. When I hear Music I love, I know I can't carry a tune and don