Confrontations with silliness, oddness and reality

The clay in the hand of a child was molded into a flower. I looked inside the flower, various petals made it bloom, giving meaning to an innate block of clay and transforming it into something that we identify as beautiful and positive, something that has a name.
I stirred my coffee with my finger, a warm tingling sensation soared up my fingers and the mud residue on my finger was absorbed by it and floated on top of the strong aromatic liquid. With a spoon I collected the mud and set it aside on the saucer. I then threw the coffee down the drain. Good coffee gone to waste.
The cat’s eyes were fixated on the oscillations of the pendulum. The green eyes were mesmerized by the movement of the little ball. I snapped my fingers; the cat flinched and retracted to a corner. After a few seconds it was drawn back towards the pendulum.
I was not focusing on the movement of my body. When my mind and spirit are in harmony with its movements, my actions automatically become effortless and graceful. My mind drifted to the girl sitting in the corner. My movements were clumsy.
Conversation between two birds. Bird no. 1: “Tweetchitweetwit??” Bird no. 2: “Twittwittwit.” Bird no. 1: “Twichittwittwit.” Bird no. 2: “TwitchitTweet.” I wonder what they say. Their language is melodic.
Three days ago, my lungs found it difficult to intake air; my breathing was accompanied by a whizzing sound, I couldn’t climb a flight of stairs without stopping after every three steps. I had become the image I have witnessed so many times in my father’s. My first asthma attack.
People and uncles I’ve known while growing up, are falling sick and dying. Friends and cousins my own age are creating babies. Life continues on.
It’s time to sing dum diddly dum dum, dum diddly dum dum and worship the rising sun.

The season of rainbows and the return of Nupul

Saw two rainbows in the last three weeks. And I missed one the week before the first one, because I don’t look up enough while I walk. Dark clouds on one side, slight rain everywhere, and sunshine on the other side. The sky has been on an art rampage in the last few weeks. After I hurt my foot in capoeira 2 weeks ago, I couldn’t walk as much as I do, and you can only know how much you love something when you can’t do it. Yesterday, I walked and it was like a breath of fresh air (got to appreciate the irony, since I’m walking in so much pollution).

Yesterday, Nupul walked in with three friends to Capoeira class. We had not seen him in three months, since we left the park. It turns out, his name is not Nupul and he is too mischievous, and will probably not be allowed in class again, but his friends did a really good job following, and seemingly, enjoying the class!

Two interesting conversations

One with a 50+ guy.
He looked at the rudraskh around my neck, then pulled out his own from his neck, and told me, "you should never have sex with this on". He then went on in details on how i should remove my rudraksh every morning when i shower, and while facing the sun, repeat the gayatri mantra. He went on to repeat the entire gayatri mantra for me while i politely and uncomfortably listened to him.

One with an 8/9 year old.
He took the berimbau and sat next to me and asked me "If you were lost and stranded in a forest. Would you use the berimbau as an instrument and play music, or would you use it to hunt and defend yourself?"