A burning desire to capture and bottle the passing breeze; to articulate the unspoken; to describe the seasons of the coming waves; to dress the scents of the hidden encounters; to perpetuate the dying drama; and to warn of the approaching fury of the unknown. On this adventure, you are invited to share with me, my cup of tea.
On my way to work today, Radio 702 was playing Jennifer Hudson's Spotlight song. It's been more than two hours now and I can't seem to bring myself from under Jennifer's spell. After catching myself belting out the song the umpteenth time, I am beginning to wonder why there is such a strong cognitive itch with that particular song just a few days after my birthday? Is there perhaps a relevant lesson hidden somewhere in the song for me today? I wonder.
One late Thursday evening Recently In my favoured corner In a corporate reading room All by myself Tackling a CBA project Lost in the heated permutations of deadlines Surreptitiously I feel the probing stare I turn First To the left Then To the right To a great view From a window In the opposite office A pair of beautiful smiling eyes Starring coquettishly Hands-on-the-hips invitation I wave Wondering. . . Is that for me? Waves of rapid permutations float through my mind Then I remember I have a presentation Early Friday morning