many shades of yellow.

What’s your favourite colour beloved? I’m currently in love with YELLOW. Completely. I want to change my sitting room wall to yellow. I want to wear it – accessories and clothes that are organic-egg-yolk-yellow! Love.

Just the other day I was thinking about it and realised that my favourite colour has changed or changes over time. I wonder if this is the case for everyone – that our favourite colours change with our life; situations; experiences; place of being; age… Curious.

I once asked my daughter, Sweetpea, this question and got a response that was kinda like this… “Green… Pink… Purple… Blue… Red… Yellow…” on and on. Wasn’t sure if she doesn’t understand the word favourite or that she just loves them all! :- )* I figured she loves them all.

So beloved, what about you? What’s your current favourite colour?

Have a bright and sunshiny week, the colour of yellow :- )*

Love, love, m


this is the story of how i ended up holding hands with another parent walking to my daughter’s class…

SweetPea and her friend were walking hand in hand and asked the mummies to hold hands too. what was i going to say? “adults don’t hold hands?! she’s not my friend? adults don’t do that?” yikes! and actually, i can’t remember the last time i held hands with someone, so it was a nice reminder that i dont do it often enough. so yes, we held hands to class!

what about you beloved, when’s the last time you held someone’s hand? just for the joy of it.

thursday recommendation: hold someone’s hand! :- )*

love, love, m

part 1:

the day danielle laporte announced that she was working on a book, i started waiting for it.

part 2:

it finally became available in bookstores all over America.

part 3:

my sister, the new yorker, is heading home for a visit a couple months after the launch of the book.  she asks” anything you want from this end?” my list is two things: one is danielle laporte’s book; the other is the backyardigans, a cartoon that my daughter absolutely loves but is unavailable here.

part 4:

she lands; she apologises. “so sorry, i didn’t bring your book”.

part 5:


part 6:

my life is going on. occasionally i stop and wonder how i’ll get the fire starter sessions.

and then…

my pal; accountability buddy; friend mentions, “my brother is coming home from the U.S”. “cool.” I say “have a wonderful visit with him.”

brother arrives and as we’re catching up on phone, she says.. “oh and guess what book i have? yeah.. i asked him to bring it and he did”. The Fire Starter Sessions which we have both been craving is here!

fast forward to tonight and the book is sitting by my bedside as i close it and turn in to sleep. i am loving every page and what perfect, perfect timing to arrive to me! it feels kinda unreal that finally, it is here – by my bedside. long time coming yet here it is.

best part beloveds:

The things and people you deeply desire are making their way to you… sometimes in a long, circuitous route and one day, you will find them, resting gentle; real; easy, by your bedside.


love, love, m

ituen basi


this friday, i am loving those who stand up for others as demonstrated this week by jodie foster in the kristen stewart situation. kristen stewart has recently been even more in the news, but this time, not for her acting career but for her getting caught in an affair with one of the directors of the latest film in which she is starring. there have been a lot of negative articles and comments about this especially since the director is married and much older plus the fact that she is one part of an adored holywood couple with her boyfriend.

because of all the negative press and attention, jodie foster who has worked with her, this week wrote an article in the huffington post speaking up for kristen, asking that the media stop the negative reporting and essentially leave her alone. i applaud her for this because in a world that is so quick to judge and point fingers and insult, we all need that one person who will stand up for us. kinda links back to the issue of “covering each others’ nakedness with love“. i am loving that she chose to take this stand.

along the same lines, this week, i’m also loving kindnessgirl.com – a site that encourages random acts of kindness. we could all do with more kindness, no?

finally, couldn’t the world use more love letters? moreloveletters.com

as the long weekend begins, may you receive and give kindness and love!

kristen in balenciaga ad

love, love, m

I was having trouble watching videos on my computer the other day so I asked the techie guy to check what the problem was. I left him working on it and went to catch up with some artists. On return, he informs me that the problem is solved.  As I quickly log on to make sure all is working well, that’s when I notice that all my bookmarks have been deleted. All of them!

Now beloveds, let me explain. I have repeatedly said how much I love the World Wide Web and the plenty of fantastic information and access that it gives me to so much interesting stuff on art and creativity and spirituality and beautiful design and other good stuff. Whenever I’d come across a great site , I would bookmark it. I had bookmarks, saved over 2 years or so, put in different categories from “inspiration” to “blogs i heart” to “magazines” to “pending checks”. I saw my bookmark space as a place where I could go for inspiration and research whenever I needed. And just like that, I lost years of great content.

Here’s what I quickly realised in that moment – after the initial shock – I could look at it as a complete loss or I could look at it as a complete beginning; the presentation of a new clean slate from which to build new stuff. I have chosen the latter. I will find new interesting spaces; new bookmark-able  sites; new things to inspire and connect to – not the tried and true that I had saved up over the years. That’s what I am believing. So here’s to embracing new beginnings!

Have a wonderful week with plenty of new enriching possibilities.

Love, love, m

nadav kander for more magazine

Hanging out with a really cool group of people sometime back, the conversation turned towards a person whom we all know but who currently wasn’t at that meeting. As the conversation went on,  details were divulged about the kinds of relationships the person seems to attract – getting into very drama-filled partnering. It seemed everyone had some story that illuminated just how much drama this person has in their life. Gossip is juicy; stories about drama are so intriguing (soap opera appeal ?); and so I kept listening and we’d laugh and be shocked and another tale to illustrate would come up. And on  it went.

At some point, I stopped and thought about myself and about the person that we were speaking about and wondered, “what exactly drives a person to behave in such a dramatic way, where they are even willing to embarrass themselves in front of others with no care?” “What drives a person to that point of rage?” And “can i get there?”  At that point, rather theoretically, I may have said something about, “oh, shit happens” to diffuse the stories or tried to stand up a bit in defence of the person but not quite. And so the stories kept flowing and I had my share of laughs and shocked expressions.

A few days later I did something that was dramatic in a particular relationship and ended up being quite embarrassed by my behaviour. With my own unique twist, I acted exactly like the dramatic person that had been the content of the storytelling days before!

All this reminded me of one of the tenants of a class that I am taking where we are invited to always “clothe each other’s nakedness with love”. I love that statement so much. It is a reminder and an appeal that when shit hits the fan for someone, rather than gossiping and pointing fingers, we are to instead choose to clothe that person’s nakedness. The truth is that when we “do drama”, we are actually exposing ourselves quite completely. We may think that we aren’t showing anything and are masking it all so well by the outward dramatic-ness, but anyone with wisdom looking at us knows that we are exposing our own vulnerability; our own fears; our deepest hurts that we don’t know how to express or deal with in healthy ways. (Please note: Drama is never healthy. It is an unhealthy mode of operation – designed to protect us from dealing with our own issues and pain.)

Looking back on this sequence of events has left me so much more aware of how easy it is to take the judgemental road rather than the one of compassion, forgiveness and grace. Because, God knows and I know so well that being human, we fail more often than we plan to and are ever in need of grace and forgiveness. As the week continues, I pray for compassion and an increased heart to always choose to “clothe others nakedness with love” because soon, as proven, I will need that very same grace.

Love, love, m