The Angels Smiled

Dedicated to the soulmate I found when I was 16. Continents apart then and today, I marvel at “how close despite how far” we are…. 

The angels smiled

Oh yes they did

When to their own

Farewell they bid

 

His journey set

A task anew

Reformed and invisible

The wings he knew

 

A tricky job

This cherub had

To find his ward

And make her glad

 

A wailing babe

Soon was born

All past memories

Erased and gone

 

Steady he grew

Years flew by

All seemed perfect

Yet somehow dry

 

Travelling the world

He sought to find

An answer to quiet

His soul and mind

Across mountains

And seas away

He struck gold

One fine summer day

 

There she was

Her eyes met his

Laughter spilled forth

It was hard to miss

 

Two hearts destined

To meet again

The past came back

Like refreshing rain

 

Each recalled

And skipped in delight

Souls searing

With love so bright

 

Both cherubs

Left their mark

To carry one another

Thru’ light and dark

 

The angels smiled

At both their own

The wings came back

And halos were worn

 

We each have our angels

So rich and divine

And you dear friend

You are mine!

-Nicola Coutinho

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Snow lessons

I hail from south-west India, where it’s always warm and sultry and winter doesn’t exist.

The 2 odd decades I spent acclimatizing to my country and its weather definitely didn’t pay off last weekend. I spent it at a snowy hillside of Germany.

Sure snow fascinates me, but I’m not crazy about it. Yet. Most of the winter sports I allow myself to sample, are usually the result of my husband’s encouragement (his words)/ incessant nagging (my words). Also, I believe pushing myself out of my comfort zone is necessary. Even if I flop on my face and on my arse alternatively, every time I attempt to ride that blessed snowboard. It is fun too! Ouch!

So this weekend, I put myself into an inflated tube and got catapulted downhill through a steep snow way. My tube and I made dancing whirls until the bottom and even caught some airtime as we spun madly on slippery ice. I was then hooked up to a motorized lift which slowly pulled me up to the starting point. And repeat. Ten times.

In the few seconds it took to go from top to bottom and exercise my lungs (not a great idea as I ended up with a mouth full of snow); time seemed to go slow motion. It was as if the mountains decided I needed a lesson on life.

My playful ride taught me this:

  • You’re not always in control and sometimes the pace is terrifying. It’s also tons of fun if you can relax into it. If not, you shut your eyes and get through it.
  • However, shut your eyes too long and you miss the misty mountains, the snow-studded trees and the sheer majesty of life around you.
  • After the top, comes the bottom and then the top and so on. After every dip comes a lift. There’s always hope.
  • There’s always a beginning and an end. Multiple times. You might as well make the most of the journey(s).
  • When it’s cold and freezing outside and you can’t change it; make hay until the sun shines. I’m talking snow-fights, snow-angels and crazy rides in rubber tubes.

It’s insane how nature talks if you’re willing to listen. It knew that day I needed a lecture, because it had just taken someone I loved.

This one’s for you Charlie. See you on the other side.