Half Asleep Musings

This is a follow on from my previous post, Autumnal musings. This post is entitled Half Asleep Musings.

Let’s go behind the scenes of a post. The writing aspect of it. Photos are there a plenty but ideas need to flow incessantly to complement the photos.

Sunday was spent on Veena classes, (I didn’t have to worry about lunch as mum and sis in law SIL were cooking up a storm), chaperoning my daughter driving to the Special Olympics where she is a volunteer swimming coach, then chauffering mum and SIL to visit friends in the evening.

I remain in the car, while daughter coaches, binge watching downloaded Netflix movies, listening to Kutcheris on YouTube, or writing. I decide to use my time wisely and to let my creative juices flow. 

I sit up, all geared up to rave about my musical weekend. I must say it would have been quite exemplary writing except for the many disjointed facts, and the sidetracking from a musical weekend to Fritjof Capra, the Tao of Physics and Lord Nataraj’s Cosmic Dance. 

At one point, I stop and ponder.

No that would not do. No that will? not do. Please select whatever grammatically correct sentence suits your fancy.

I do what Carlos Castaneda said to do in his ‘Teachings of Don Juan’ – to follow the path with heart.

I take the mind out of my writing and add the soul.

At bedtime, I almost complete it when I doze off.

Now, rule no 1 to all bloggers, ‘post’ers, should there be such a name, writers, do not doze off while typing on a so-called smart device’s onscreen keyboard. 😴 (If the device were that smart, the Delete key should send a bolt of electricity to jolt one awake!)

Anyway, an entire paragraph will invariably disappear. And all the Undos in the world will not get your penned thoughts back 😜

When you proofread your post, you will find it makes absolute No-sense. And so you retype what you remember typing, only to fall asleep and erase not only that retyped bit of thoughts but the previous paragraph.

To cut a long story short, I ramble on here so that I may post this picture of moi in a bright pink cotton Saree, with geometric embroidered patterns on the border and pallu in the happy colours of golds, greens, reds, blacks. The Saree was gifted to me by a music student, having lovingly purchased it while in India. 

The bright pink and bold border colours are meant to keep my eyes 👀 wide open. On the contrary, I am in bed, under the quilt, electric blanket and heat pump on, iPad on my chest, fingers peeping from under the warm covers, having dozed off yet again a few seconds ago, having erased all but the last line of this post. So here goes, Night night all, sweet dreams.