You know the world is twisted when you start painting fuchsia buddha’s on canvas! Her’s certainly was..! And she would mysteriously smile or get that faraway expression in her eyes… the lava lamp had bene doing serious overtime to keep her gaze affixed on at least one something!
And then sitting there twirling her hair in the yellow light while staring at the peace sign on a coaster she had all the answers she needed! Sometimes we listen too much to the world and forget the voices inside.. sometimes the damn heart and head decide to go on their own trip and then you know you’re in trouble coz your equilibrium… your dna has been shaken!
Well.. shaken.. ! Not stirred! 🙂 And then someone for the second time in the same year called her ‘destiny’s child’. She sat and pondered… and all she could muster up was a smile and a nod… ! Life does have it’s ways… sometimes with a pack of Camel cigarettes.. sometimes without! Sometimes with the same song in a loop from a year ago.. othertimes with floyd ringing in her ears… and a few others with Eddie Vedder on a jacked refrain! Sometimes in deep blue hues.. other times in agonizing fuchsia!
And then it is enough every once in a while to ask the question and say the words to be able to face them and send them to their grave… or othertimes to shake off the apathy and do something. The questions really are the answers you might seek.. and then there is that agonizing voice in the head that finally lines up to the voice of the heart and in that tiny moment you know it is ok. It is ok to walk in the rain and jump into puddles… it is ok to run up the stairs waging a battle against all the ache.. it is ok to sleep at 7 in the evening… it is ok to have cornflakes at 11 in the night… it is ok to sing ur besuraa voice and pretend as if only you can sing the song you wrote right… it is ok to catch a butterfly and then let it go.. it is ok to let a stray cat take a walk in your house while a crow nods disapproval… it is ok to camp out on your roof till 4 in the morning with your blanket in tow… it’s ok to not take a few calls (or run to take another few)… it’s ok to let go, kick back and put your feet up on a chair at the barista while digging sinfully into a chocolate pastry… it’s ok to not pick up clothes from the drycleaners till a week and a half later… and it’s ok to not have your morning tea and dive into a breakfast sausage instead..!
And sometimes it’s ok to be pampered like princess september! 🙂 And it’s absolutely ok to smile brazenly when the world would have you fall and weep.. – coz you really are smiling!
It’s all ok isn’t it..? Sometimes we just think too much and fret over flat tyres, broken gas valves, a jacked credit card bill, a gas cylinder not ordered, a bundle of clothes lying around coz you can’t figure what to do with them, stilettos on a day with a backache, bad knees but good shorts… and forget that the world is made of warm fuzzies and bear hugs! That in the end it’s all ok.. if it’s not ok.. it’s not the end! (and yes.. the fuschia Buddha is ok!)