A Special Message
A Personal Note
I do not like to get personal, meaning I don’t like to talk about the stuff closest to my heart. Well because I have found that the nature of the world is to sully whatever beautiful things manifests itself. In Islam or more particular in Sufism there is a mystical tradition that ascribe 99 characteristics to God, the Most high (ironically not Spliff Star). One of these attribute al -mussawwir means shaper of things with beauty, please forgive my arabic transliteral spelling. I have despite the pain and suffering found and immense beauty in life, and I stay silent about it because that is the only true language to express sublime beauty – words will be are an imperfect substitute. If you want to know a person, or get a real good sense of them look at the things they don’t talk about. Ill keep it short, but ultimately as Roland Barthes said, the image has the last words. So I give to you 2 images:
Pic#1 – My Sister told Me to pretend to be constipated while I took this picture with my mom, and my mom looks down in disgust but she wants to laugh
This post is great… As always, it made me laugh. But it also made me think… I like the way you approach days like today. Hope you are well.
Awww…your mom’s lucky to have a son like you, Dave. Happy belated Mom’s day to her!
Your mom is a looker. Sure you weren’t adopted, my pal? 😀
Seriously, she has done a splendid job in raising a fine young man that you are. You do owe her that huge.
Constipated, yeah. You still looked glamorous though. 🙂 Wonderful shot actually.
You forgot to greet me yesterday but the salutatory message above is enough. Cute and funny. I like it.