Post 6: Family tree

First off: This is NOT an original idea. If you look around on Etsy or Pinterest you would find a number of graphic artists creating (and selling) some really awesome graphics and have created family tree graphics. So this piece is inspired by those original ideas. That said, I drew this graphic with my own two hands at my home.

My sister and brother-in-law would soon be moving into their new home and I created this as their house warming gift. Birds making their nests are near perfect symbols for a new home. I love the weaver bird’s nests and I decided to use that in my graphic. Rather than creating intricate details and shading , I decided to keep it minimal with bold colour blocking.

My first attempt was a bit more colourful but I felt keeping the tree and leaves in grey kept the focus on the birds, the nest and the lettering.

I am excited to see this printed, framed and displayed in their new home.

Phir Milenge!!

Future Continous tense

What is it about motherhood that attracts so much worry? Among the paperwork I signed at the hospital, there might have been a form for giving lifetime residence to worry in a part of my brain. Sometimes when I run out of serious things to worry about I find myself worrying about any trivial matter.

My husband often recounts a story he read in his Marathi Lit. class called “Murkhancha bazar ( a market of fools)” in which a woman cries sore over a coconut fallen from the tree, worrying that in the event she had a child, who would have been sleeping under the tree, the coconut-fall might have been fatal. In fact she did not even have a child. So when I worry , I set up a market of foolishness around me.

I recently met a young girl, through our family friends . She is of Indian origin and has been living in Canada since the age of four. Over the course of our acquaintance, I found out that she knew very little about her family’s home town and their roots let alone the whole of India.  I would confess, that I saw a possibility of my own Canadian born daughter to become that way in future. Detached from her family’s past and I have been on the worry treadmill since then. Please dont get me wrong, I am not judging my young friend, But as a mother and a proud Indian, I would like to pass on some stories and information about the whole idea of India to my children. for them to be aware of where they came from and what went into making them what they are…..and things like that …..

Once again my dear husband came to my rescue when he pulled the plug on my worry machine. He reminded me that as parents we have to hold our children lightly in our hands , enough to support them when they need us and enough to set them free when they are ready. Holding them tighter could mean withholding them from finding their own wings. As an immigrant , I often try too hard to fit in and blend in with the culture around me. Unlike me my daughter is not a transplant, she is born here and has to find her sense of belonging  here and to India by herself. My role as a mother is to be available, lend an ear and teach her what I know. What she does with it , is her own choice.

Future is out of our control yet we spend so much mental and emotional currency on it. The psalmist says,”Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble”

For now my worries are at rest…..but that is only till the time I find something new to worry.

May be I can say to my worries too…..Phir Milenge!! (see you again in Hindi)

Sun, Shadows and Birds

Today is turning out to be Lazy Saturday.  Usually Saturdays are meant for taking care of the weekly chores and tackling my to-do list. Not today. All of us got up late and after a quick breakfast spent a lot of time outdoors soaking up the sun.

I am almost envious of people and places down south where spring has arrived in its full glory. The onset of spring is usually slow up north. Although perennials are blooming, & some shrubs are greener, most big trees are still leafless. A sunny day like today provided an excellent opportunity to do almost nothing and observe everything.

I like the  branches of this old maple on my street against the blue sky.And the shadows it cast on the road.

What differentiates Shadow from shade? In common language the phrase “in the shadows”often means something that is hidden and concealed. Sometimes we are afraid of what lurks in the shadows……shadows are when light is hidden or blocked out but isn’t  shade merely a shadow that protects us from the burning sun? …. I digress….. But I do like observing the patterns in shadows.

Me but not exactly!

Held Captive by what she saw

So far I have not planted any thing in my garden, but what was planted last year is springing up from the ground.

I am looking forward to May long weekend to work on my garden. Hopefully by that time I would have a clearer idea of what all the previous tenants planted and what more I need to do, and What I want to do.

So far I haven’t been been able to hop over to my neighbors for a bird watching discussion and coffee as mentioned in my earlier post, but I did see some sparrows taking up residence in a few of their many birdhouses.

I have had a good start to the day, Although I did not do much , I definitely saw a lot. In the sweet nothingness of it all , I did get to spend some time my family, hearing my daughter laugh and point out to each bird or squirrel that she spotted and watching my husband watching her. Precious!

Sometime laying aside the chores is the best thing you can do.

Phir Milenge!!