May 29, 2009

Nature's Thumbprint

It astounds me how some events, nodes along threads of destiny, seemingly unrelated, on hindsight, form a tapestry. I had an injury in 2003, nasty one. Then through my work, I meet people. My injury returns to remind me it's there and needs attention. These people I recently meet so happen to have similar injuries and can share their experience and paths to recovery.


Sometimes, I find myself not the master of the weave, but a rider on a thread being spun into a larger tapestry. I am a vessel carried towards others in events not of my planning or desire, touching other threads and who knows, perhaps sparking a chain of events to come, for better or worse.

Groovin'



Ah, how time passes by... sometimes seeming too slow and other at other times, way too fast. My Hanaa is now agile, lithe and into all sorts of physical activities. She grooves to tunes, bounces to dance rhythms, and she swims right after her mommy.

Yes, you read that last correctly -- Hanaa, with upper-arm support floats, loves to twist and turn, kick and paddle, and has successfully done some freestyle paddles to propel herself in the pool. Today, I spied her trying to learn her mommy's FrOgGy kicks, too!

Some nights, she would call out, "Toes!" Point her finger to her mommy's collections, "Colour!" or "Purple!" or "Pink!" Hanaa knows her fat slave ain't good with colours, so if given half a choice, she'd direct her requests to the other slaves who would dutifully set her down someplace and begin the gruelling task of colouring Hanaa's little nails.

Lately Hanaa's favourite mount has been suffering from some back pains. As a result, she doesn't get her usual amount of free transport. No, no, you are right. Hanaa won't settle for short change so what she did was hop onto the next best mount.

Best thing to happen, I must say, is how Hanaa now calls out to her slaves, especially when she wants to feed them Nestle Fruit Loops... yes, Hanaa does feed her slaves. Hanaa would say, "Dayyi!!!" or "Mommai!!!" and pop a loop at a time into the waiting open mouths of her slaves. She expects strick obedience and screeches at her slaves or hits them if they fail to let her feed when she asks nicely. She even selects the loops by colours, finishing a colour before moving on to the next.

But hooray! Little Hanaa calls out to her mommy and daddy, finally.