Silent Sunday :: love
Abhanga :: the supper is ready
spiced Indian eggplant crisp chickpeas, delicious mangoes are nutritious chai, just perfect
This evening I cooked garlic Indian eggplant for supper. It was delish, I didn’t have time to take a photo. The recipe is super easy: Slice a few Indian or Chinese eggplants into rings, roast in the oven with a little bit of oil until golden. In a pot, saute garlic in olive oil, add the roasted eggplants, and spice up with salt, black pepper and turmeric, you can add a little bit of lemon juice too. It’s ready to eat with rice or bread. it’s so simple, nutritious and delicious. And very affordable too, this supper cost was less than 10 dollars for 2, me and hubby.
Tanka Tuesday this week is to write a poem using the Abhanga form that originated in India, Colleen describes it: We write Abhanga in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. It is customary to title your poetry.
I love Indian food, but I can’t eat most of their dishes because of the spice, so I created a few variations of it at home, like the spiced eggplant where I added garlic instead of spices.
Hope you enjoy the poem and the recipe 🙂
Silent Sunday :: Stillness
Yellow beauty
yellow catching my breath mellow sunshine and summer welcoming radiant days freedom and lightness the beans of power bitter and hot, delicious at the crack of dawn snowflakes and freezing on my doorsteps, going out hat, scarf, gloves and boots
Lots of tulips at the grocery store last weekend! All colours, spring was in the air, I almost forgot the freezing weather outside. I got the yellow ones to warm up my home and my mood. This poem depicts my mornings this week, the yellow tulips on the kitchen countertop, the coffee brewing, the warm indoors contrasting with the cold and the snow outside. Hope you find wonderful flowers on your way today, if not in the garden at least at the grocery store!
Unknown
exuberant confidence caressing the skin in the hands, a dark future oddity murdering joy present mingling with unknown
Tanka Tuesday this week is Ekphrastic poem and the photo is provided by Rebecca Budd. I have chosen a Tanka to describe what the photo depicts to me.
A pop of colour
winter blues it's dragging me down bright colours lifting up creativity stagnation
Middle of January is always difficult, winter blues guiding to lack of creativity. I hadn’t worked on any art page for so long, today I decided to add yellow and pink to a page. A pop of colour to lift my mood. I like my choice of colours: yellow and pink! Yellow means happiness and reminds me of sunshine; pink is related to self-care and love. This reminded me to buy flowers this weekend!
Haiku poem for Tanka Tuesday.
Silent Sunday :: Raw
Tomorrow, an Etheree poem
moon new moon a fresh start a bright new year and what to wish for? a blank page, or canvas to be overflowing with delight, respect and boundaries for now, twinkle lights and soft music until tomorrow, always tomorrow
It’s 6 pm, Jan 2nd, Sunday, new moon. I’m in my living room looking at the Christmas tree and thinking that it is always about tomorrow. A new day, a new challenge, a new me, a new…, STOP! I told myself, this moment is what matters, the twinkle lights, the snow outdoors, the warmth of indoors. Words and verses are dancing in my mind, finding their way to the keyboard and this poem is born.
Tanka Tuesday, taste the rainbow for Jan 3rd. The colorful twinkle lights are the rainbow 🌈 in this poem. No photo, I leave to your imagination to compose the scene.
Respect
Hello and Happy 2022 to you! If you are following for a while you know every year I choose a word to focus on during the year. It’s a tiny thing but always brings me back to the moment. This year I’ve chosen R E S P E C T.
Basically, RESPECT in relation to setting limits and boundaries for me. Setting barriers for protecting my values, mind and body.
In another hand, I need to give more space to my kids, young adults, to explore and to speak up their wishes and thoughts. I need to let go of my helicopter mother instinct. So, in this case, it is respecting their boundaries.
I’ve just come back from a long overseas trip. If you have noticed I haven’t posted for a while. I had many triggers during this trip, both physically and emotionally. I’m still processing them, but it’s clear that the lack of self-respect and boundaries is something I need to work on.
Journaling is my form of therapy. Using words or/and images I express myself and make sense of my thoughts. I’m pleased the page number for my first page of this year is the 100th. It has a feeling of resetting, starting anew. I used to have a new journal for the new year, but I’ve given up this habit. Now I just keep going with my pages, freedom of choice.
It’s wonderful to travel, to go away a little, but the best is to come back home, to come back to myself.
Hope you are home wherever you are!
Have you chosen a word for the new year?
Hugs,
E.
turquoise wings
moments childlike wishes the precious turquoise wings secret message for the chosen loved ones connected by a split second to the intuition eternally belief
Today’s prompt for Gratitude week with Michelle is about being grateful for paying attention and awareness to our surroundings and feelings. When I’m in my garden I pay attention to all the tiny little things/moments: a bird song, a butterfly, a feather, all the beauty that makes me smile, and also, to the not so nice stuff, like worms, beetles that eat my beautiful plants and make me angry. Well, I pay attention, and one day without expecting a dragonfly sits on a leaf close by, and at that moment I knew it wasn’t only an insect on a leaf but a beautiful messenger delivering love when I needed most.
Tanka Tuesday is week is “Write a butterfly cinquain (2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2) and include a colour”. I didn’t have a recently butterfly photo, however this dragonfly is gorgeous and perfect for my poem.
Tea & Paper 