Jump in, People, if you believe you have prophetic inclinations. Only, remember ‘Homo proponit, sed Deus disponit’? literally translated from the Latin means ‘Man proposes, God disposes’– not what it says in the piece.
# 8 is a terribly useful concept. Go, smart phones!
Well, it goes on a tree for starters. Like a Christmas tree. But beyond brightening it up, an ornament can be quite a special object if it has some meaning attached to it. Like the ones above. These belong to my two daughters presented to them this Christmas. An annual event in our house where the both of them get one ornament each from their father and myself, this little tradition is so simple and yet so sweet!
The selection of the ornament of the year is typically one that represents to some degree something about that year. And this year, I thought these cookie trays with goodies on them truly captured the very frequent activity of baking that the both of them engaged in. They made every type of cookie, lots of different kind of brownies, and even the occasional cake! And it wasn’t just on weekends that they baked– they’d bake after-school on weekdays, and sometimes at midnight on the weekends!
So, here’s to the small and simple things like Christmas-tree ornaments that make up the years of our life. They’re small and inconsequential, but I daresay they hold the power to build memories, and to evoke them in each of us year after year when we take them out and put them up to adorn a tree in the dead of winter.
Merry Christmas, Everyone, and a Happy New Year! The show must go on!
Do not suffer fools / Unless you count yourself one / Or wish to be one!
First posted by Smriti ‘Simmi’ D. Isaac on Sunday, August 30, 2009 at 11:50 am.
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.
Nice piece on an Indian who has made a mark on the Western palette!