The Possibiilties of a Bumblebee

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Tout d’abord poussé par ce qui se fait en aviation, j’ai appliqué aux insectes les lois de la résistance de l’air, et je suis arrivé avec M. Sainte-Laguë à cette conclusion que leur vol est impossible.” ~ Le vol des insectes by French entomologist Antoine Magnan (1881–1938)

 

This translates to:

 

“First prompted by what is done in aviation, I applied the laws of air resistance to insects, and I arrived, with Mr. Sainte-Laguë, at this conclusion that their (bee) flight is impossible.”

basically meaning…

“Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn’t be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn’t know it so it goes on flying anyway.” ~ Mary Kay Ash

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Capturing the bumble bee took a few tries as it was flying very quickly, and was having a hard time capturing him in motion, as it was such as small target, but was happy to capture the above 2 images. I had to increase the camera’s shutterspeed, and wait for it to come closer, and at one moment it loomed above me for a quick second so caught it!

More bumblebee inspiration below!
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And your Lord inspired to the bee, “Take for yourself among the mountains, houses, and among the trees and [in] that which they construct.
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Then eat from all the fruits and follow the ways of your Lord laid down [for you].” There emerges from their bellies a drink, varying in colors, in which there is healing for people. Indeed in that is a sign for a people who give thought. ~ (Quran 16:68-69).

the L word

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I’ve always had a problem with it. I’ve always had too much of it and often gotten in trouble for having too much of it.

In 4th grade, my teacher would call me ‘Forty Bags‘ because I had too much stuff.

On my pilgrimage to Hajj, my brother couldn’t believe how much I had packed and made me leave stuff en route, refusing to help me carry all my belongings till I lightened up.

And on my honeymoon, my husband naively thought I’d have just a carry-on-bag, but rather I had a huge bag that I needed to check in, which in turn made us later than we already were, and made us miss a flight!

 

Luggage.

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I admire those who travel light, who pack light, and who can adeptly pick up their bags and swing it lightly off the baggage carousel. I admire those who make packing look like an art, who arrange a suitcase like a game of Tetris. While those in airports may admire those with trim figures, I’m admiring the trim suitcases.

You see I used to travel often, when it was just me. I was wise with the ways of suitcases.

I would travel to Karachi every chance I got, imbibe the balmy air,  sit with grandparents, melt and mold with cousins. I would escape to the beach, jettison off to the tailor after buying colored lawn cotton and sparkly laces, and sneak in kabab rolls and roasted bhuttas (corns).

But now my life is different, blander, simpler. I own different luggage. I have a 1 year old, a 3 year old, and a 29 year old husband.

Now I don’t get the opportunity To schlep off to Pakistan. I shy away from it as travelling internationally   with 2 little children both 3 and under is hard hard work. I have done it with Z twice, made some amazing memories, so I know it is doable, but haven’t yet with baby A.

Now my travels are domestically in the U.S. – now I and fold and refold little clothes into impossibly small squares, and squish, and squash.

 

You see, I am 1+1+1+1.

Alhumdulillah. 

Luggage.

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Lessons from an Albatross

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Think 100 times before you take a decision, But once that decision is taken, stand by it as one man.
~Muhammad Ali Jinnah

I don’t know if I’m a big animal person, like others, but lately I can’t help being amazed by the beauty of some animals and their characteristics that tell a tale.  The Wandering Albatross has the largest wingspan of any bird in the world and is known for its superior gliding. Aerospace engineers study these birds and even model planes after them. These birds thrive with wind and waves. The TV show Planet Earth beautifully documents these animals with stunning filmography  and personalizes them.

Like the albatross who waits at a cliff for up to 5 weeks, Should I jump? Should I not jump? Should I jump? Should I not jump? before finally getting a huge gust of wind and a huge gust of courage, and then letting go. The albatross, once he takes off, soars beautifully and his feet won’t touch land for up to five years. Ocean he may touch,  but land-be-gone.

The albatross touched me. I’m a poor decision maker sometimes. I can mull over things for too long. But what I love about the albatross is once he’s off, he seems to soar.

Without Regrets.

Photocredit: Wikipedia and more facts about this bird here.

 

Do they not see the birds above them with wings outspread and [sometimes] folded in? None holds them [aloft] except the Most Merciful. Indeed He is, of all things, Seeing. (Quran 67:19).

Spring

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It’s spring here which means chalky decks, and toddler feet bottoms roughened with chalk dust. It means bubbles being diligently blown  and crushed, it means faces pinkened by sun, and puffy jackets finally forlorn and forgotten.

Spring means the planting of sunflower seeds, which hopefully weren’t too disturbed by baby A re-digging and sprinkling soil all over the already-chalky-deck.

Spring means finger-paint-spread-on-toes and eager toes jumping on white paper. Spring means pancakes for dinner, and more!

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these are the bubbles my father taught us to make whenever we were out of bubbles, simply fill a cup with soapy water, a straw and blow the bubbles to the top with the straw, and then re-blow to scatter! but make sure to keep out of baby’s reach so they don’t drink this concoction!
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Cycles of Motherhood

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“Why was it that so many women artists who had renounced having children could then paint nothing but mothers and children?” ~ Erica Jong

I’m sitting in IHOP feeding Baby A and talking to her the way that you talk to babies. ” More fries? Ketchup? Dip. Dip. Like this. See?”

Behind me is is a man with his elderly mother who has strolled in with her walker and their conversation goes like this, “Do you know what you want to order? Are you cold? Do you want your jacket?…Mom, you must be cold. Please wear your jacket.”

I am struck by the way this man cares for his mother . Will I be that mother some day?

On BBC’s Planet Earth, I am struck by how a mother whale will feed her baby 500 liters of milk a day, simply surviving off her fat reserves, and starving while swimming on a long ocean journey with her baby. How the mother gently nudges her newborn baby to the surface off the ocean as if telling the baby, Breathe Baby. Breathe.

I am always impressed by the work mothers do, by the sacrifices they make, and by the little tasks that they do automatically, picking up squished grapes from a floor, carefully watching baby faces swell from too many grapes stuffed in cheeks making sure baby chews, wiping sticky mouths, flattening flyaway hairs on a daughter, and so much more.
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Quran Ayah on how elderly people revert to acting young:

 And he to whom We grant long life We reverse in creation; so will they not understand? (Quran 36:68).

What Livelihood Really Is

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live·li·hood
ˈlīvlēˌho͝od/: a means of securing the necessities of life.
noun
I remember joking with my husband when he was holding my fancy-shmancy camera and putting it in my car and saying, “Don’t drop that! It’s my livelihood!” and him rolling his eyes.

My words were silly. My camera is fine and working as is my pink laptop that pulsates with white, artificial light. Both are currently technologically healthy.

But my wrists are weaker and my fingers are tinglier and I have a case of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome said the doctor, and whatever was easier and fun (photos, writing, editing) is now stale and tiresome.

So I am currently on a technology break and have been on it for a few days, but I do miss blogging. I miss typing effortlessly and editing final touches to photos. But watching this video talk by Nouman Ali Khan puts things into perspective ~ it’s an amazing story about a paralyzed man and how thankful he is.

And livelihood comes from what God gives you and health will always, always, always trump everything else.

Sharing some images from a while ago that I edited from our snow days that consisted of a snow day zigzag haircut for baby A, a bob cut for Z, chocolate chip pancake chips stuck to non-matching socks, and more! Baby A’s first time sitting on the little chair below so she was really excited!

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