Trying to understand...

I've been a reluctant blogger for years now, but I hope to do a turabout right here and now! Ofcourse, words and pictures interest me.
I enjoy a good laugh -the piquant, quaint, whimsical really gets to me.
Tales from the heart, allegories, stories freshly told from the lives of people thrill me!
I love storyboards too and fresh -off-the-work-table drawings brimming with life ,
unfinished to some eyes-where the touch-of-life still holds its own!
And certain afternoons which stretch and unfortunately must end or simply run the risk of interruption with deep reading and making notes in my journals(one of many which possess me!).
Or watching a powerful movie late at night- alone with sudden revelations
( I still cry over lost love, reconciliations and betrayals!),
or when I suddenly find my voice, mid-song, the one I thought I'd lost!
Ofcourse,I love trees ( I am called 'Atree' by quite a few), the quiet and these neverending ambling walks-
especially the one taken right before work. I hit a spot which is dead quiet-surrounded by canopies, the wind, dappled sunlight and I simply pause to breath, recollect and be grateful! Surprisingly cities can offer all three-one ambles into these magic moments. They say when three worlds meet, magic occurs!
Magic happens on a traffic island in Parkstreet maidan or in a whirl pool of rust and golden leaves Agriculture College ground.There's no specific time or place, I do believe.
Also I hope to find my poetry which is hibernating at the moment and will flower at the right moment and touch. I do mourn it going undercover sometimes but I feel the time is near -when a lot of artifice will simply drop off from my life- borders between painting, poetry or posters; impossible but achievable dreams just around the corner waiting to be realised, the differance between a 9 to 5 life and the bits left over before and after - what's work and what is play; between family and friends; living close to the earth and open skies, travel wide and deeply: to make a pilgrimage out of journeys small and big; to make connections and watch the electricity of a smile light up eyes and turn a banal moment into something sacred...let's see.
To discover my purpose and redefine - between what you can/or should/should not atreyee do, be , feel and share. Who decides? The heart does.When ever the head and heart is in conflict- follow your heart! Old and true saying.
To find love- and to find myself waiting , patient , untouched-,even if all else fails.
To find my heart in big and small things- sudden dilemmas, split second decisions, demanding situations. To come back to my heart every time!
And to never know how big is a heart? It begins here at home, but where does it end!
Where , indeed?