My Daughter's Child

Is alive and well and living inside her belly!
What must this be like?
This baby has been blessed with a pitta vata mama who acts like a kapha. The culinary morsels, aromas, nutritional components balanced and rationed so that every few hours a delectable, usually home-made exquisite experience floats in.
This mama is a yogini, hence one never knows where one’s feet or head will be from the get go! And the sweet ohms, soft voices and soothing caresses that go with.
The bubble baths that add outer slosh, the wide and wild array of music whilst driving and cheffing, the hours of sitting and hearing sounds of actors’ voices ramble and explode, and her own mama’s as she is one of them!
Ahhhh, yes. Before we are born, we are indoctrinated in the ways of our mamas.
And this little being will appear with a wide range of knowing and feeling, and a breath-taking abundance of love and beauty from a woman who I know quite well, and has consciously been present for this chapter.
And in two months?
Oooooooh lala!!!!!!!  Music,  choreography, visions, explorations, inspirations, passions, creations! That have never ever been seen before.
Look out world!
And over here? A grandmama in waiting, whose lap and arms are already primed.

The Fifth Broken Toe

How can this be? One might ask. And one does.

Obie. Prone in agony. The vets closed as tis the weekend. Breath coming sporadically and glass covered blank eyes. Where is the strength and joy and life in that golden body that we’re used to? Gone.
Channeled into dealing with the moment, all because another tennis ball was tossed and how can one not charge headlong, with might and power to fetch yonder orb? One cannot.

Therefore, five broken toes later, Obie is on ball restriction.
He has been to the vet, his paw is swathed in royal purple, he has pills to swallow and behaviors to adhere to. The frisky wind and salt air beckon as he stands sniffing and grinning, but he’s going to have to find another passion, because five toes and you’re out.

The Cocoon Cracks Open!

Pop! Oh joy! I’m still here!
What?
Oh! Not still…newly.
Yes, all of these months of solitude, introspection, mulling and mucking about with the inner world, delving into dark damp places, finding ways to bring in the light, believing it was a need to create but in all honesty it was a need to clean house on myself, so that the creations that were yearning for wings but grounded, could glide and slide and lift off and become.

Yes. Thank you, God for this time of upheaval, chaos, discomfort, sorrow, and transformation. You and I have many miles and many worlds to share in this new skin. Look at those cute feet. Ready, set go!

Springing Winter

Oh Tigress Tales! Where oh where  have I been?

Right after my last entry, in mid December,  I was thunderstruck by a bolt of divine creativity that peeled away layers of with-holding that had grown around my screenplay writing. Prior to this I had completed and fine tuned several scripts and was basking in a hiatus when suddenly, my butterfly wings were dry and off I flew to begin anew; fresh stories and new magni opi!

I have missed my blogging, as each entry is a spontaneous  joy-filled adventure, but alas, the way my mind and energies work, I cannot create two different offspring at once. For now, the screenplays are front and center, consuming and generating, throbbing and delighting and BECOMING!

When this flow has quieted, and the ebb is at hand,  I shall return, with a basket of treasures to share! And now? With joy and wonder I am off! 

Blessings, blessings, life and love.