just a little dream to dream.
like the little boy does, with his little toy boat, in the little bathroom sink, making little water splashes, among little rubber fishes, under the soft ceiling light.
just a little dream to dream.
we can sail weekend boats, and cruise blue waters, trail white sea foam, pass silver fishes swimming, and soak the golden sun above.
with just a little dream to dream.
Sing. Truly. Freely. Passionately . You’re born to sing.
So make your footstep your beat. your handclap your rhythm. your words your lyrics.
And keep singing.
Your very own song.
‘Beep, beep,’ goes your double decker bus.
Through dizzying streets, stifling traffic, deafening honks.
All week long.
Hey, you did good.
Now park on the side. Go up to the deck. And watch life go by, sipping tea and eating cake.
Have a good weekend.
Will you walk with her? Even if you see the road ending before you; will you still walk with her?
Will you stand by her? Even if you feel your legs giving way from the weight you carry; will you still stand by her?
Will you give yourself to her? Even if you hear your breath fainting and there is less and less of yourself to give; will you still give that last piece of yourself to her?
You will? You may kiss her.
The queen had a ball tonight.
She wore her white gown. She wore her five rings.
The blue sapphire ring for all the seas of the world. The yellow topaz ring for all the kindling hearts in the world. The black onyx ring for all the treasures in the world. The green emerald ring for all the trees in the world. And a red ruby ring for the sun that shines on all the people in the world.
And we were all invited.
Have an Olympic spirited weekend.
Yet again, we cross a bridge from one passing week to the next. And yet again, we find ourselves tempted to rush to the end of a bridge. But why the hurry?
How about we stroll across the bridge. And watch the sun rise and set. And see the moon appear and disappear. And witness light melt into darkness, and darkness overcome by light – and back again.
How about we go by the gentle pace of nature – just for today and tomorrow.
Have an easy weekend.
At the week’s end,
when the evening winds down into quiet darkness after a long summer day, have a good long pillow talk and end it with a good night kiss. And fall in love all over again.
Have a love thick weekend.
You walked the tightrope.
One step. Juggling function.
Two step. Juggling function and family.
Three step. Juggling function, family and friends.
Four step. Juggling function, family, friends and fitness.
Five step. Juggling function, family, friends, fitness and fun.
You reached the end of the tightrope. Free your tired hands and let the balls drop and roll – except for two. One in your right hand, one in your left. For that is all your two hands should hold at the end of the rope.
Embrace them and have a balanced weekend.
On the first day of the week, in the early morning, the park keeper opened the gate to the park. Then entered a man carrying an empty crate in one hand and a loudspeaker in the other. The man chose a grassy spot in the middle of the park, and placed the crate bottom side up. He stood on the crate and put the loudspeaker to his lips. Then he spoke – loudly. While the park keeper cut the grass. Until end of day. The man left with his crate and loudspeaker. Then the park keeper left and closed the gate.
On the second day of the week, early morning, the park keeper opened the gate. And the man with the crate and loudspeaker entered after him. The man went to his chosen spot in the park, stood on his crate and spoke into his loudspeaker. While the park keeper trimmed the bushes. Until it was time to close the park. The man took his crate and loudspeaker and left. And the park keeper followed behind, closing the gate behind him.
On the third day of the week the park keeper opened the gate to the park. Following him, came the man with the crate and loudspeaker. The man spoke while the park keeper watered the soil beneath the flowers. Until it was time to close. The man packed and left. And the park keeper followed closing the gate behind him.
On the fourth day of the week the park keeper opened the gate to the park. Then entered the man with the crate and loudspeaker. The man stood and spoke while the gate keeper pulled the weeds. Then they left.
On the fifth day. The man stood and spoke. The park keeper wiped the swings. Until the end of day.
On the weekend, in the morning. The park keeper opened the gate to the park. He had brought his wife and two children with him – a boy and a girl. Then came the man. He had left his crate and loudspeaker at home and had brought his wife and three children – two girls and a boy. The children played on the shiny swings and chased each other on the cut grass. The women admired the blooming flowers and walked between the neat bushes. The men lazed on picnic mats. Until end of day. They all left. And the gates closed.
On the day after the weekend. The park keeper opened the gate. The man with the crate and loudspeaker followed.
One spoke, while one worked.
To the rhythmic pattering of raindrops on your rooftop. To the melodic chirping of birds outside your window. To the soothing brushing of the breeze against your garden trees.
To the soothing music that rises when we subside our maddening clattering.
Have a relaxing weekend.