the monday morning glues

what have we begun?! its been incredibly brave of some many of you to sign on to my "mass email" campaign! (even if it was marketed as "for a select few only! :-) given my track record, lijjat did ask the obvious question - will you be able to sustain the "monday morning emails"? thought about it a bit and my answer was - "with a little elasticity in the definitions of "monday", "morning" and "email" (telepathy is after all cheaper and faster than email!), i think that the monday morning club will be just fine! well its monday morning again and here i am wondering what this times poem going to be! have been overwhelmed by the sweetness of all your responses. its clear that the "monday morning" theme struck a chord somewhere :-) i smile as i type as i am remembering what revathi (our niece) wrote back in response to last week's email: "wonderful!!!! .. looking forward to the mondays ahead. with this, i will no longer hope every day of my life were a sunday.... " revathi of course has always been such an original! when she had barely entered double digits in age, she began writing her autobiography :-) i can never forget my first reading of what she had written - absolutely fresh, filled with candid and "honest" observations and opinions on the people and events in her life that far, and with an expression quite her own. revathi spent her early years in palghat and went to pre-school there. here she is describing the reaction of her pre-school classmates when she told them for the first time that her brother and mother were in delhi, and not palghat: "when they heard that mukund and amma were actually staying in delhi, they all jumped up in respect..." jumped up in respect! what a phrase! i can almost see those little kids jumping up! so my dear revathi you who are on the threshhold of some of the most fun years of your life (college!), may you always remain an original. may you fill your life with so much of your caring spirit that we all have no option when we think of you - but to jump up in respect :-) and do finish that autobiography - no matter how nervous it may be making us adults, the world will be a better place for it! This week's poem is a stunner from Hafiz - beloved poet of Persia, master wordsmith, and like all Sufis - unchained, unclothed, fearlessly original The Sun Never Says Even After All this time, The sun never says to the earth, "You owe Me." Look What happens With a love like that, It lights the Whole Sky. Hafiz Heres to a week where we feel free to express this such joy, in our work, at home, in every place where our heart visits. May we light up the sky too! love, d&s