Innerdialects

(_{In a convenience store, bumped into Sri Bhaiyaram – complete with Gandhi turban. I once was near where he is from, Rajasthan, N.West India…desert stretches of white hot suns. We chatted about the Gujarat Earthquake and life here in a southern city. His sons run the store, they were amused. Papa was actually posing, as my daughter took this one. We waved ‘bye as we left, India is wide and long and diverse. I’m thinking how multi grained we all are, not just here in my peninsula – how multi tasked and stunning in our Us-ness. Us-ness?)}

this is such a random post; I will be on a wee ‘like’ Break. My eyes need some shade from glare, there will be check ups, a procedure.

Morrow ~ MaundyThursday, Good Friday Easter…I absolutely love this time of the year, more than any other fest – yea its personal. The whole Cross story and Us. The whole big picture of Redemption and why I am special (you too) to the Sacred Gardener. Yes. We are gardens. Always suspected that. We are deserts refilled, we are wells dug out and drying for the rain. We are rocks cut out from quarries (Gems) reflectors of Light we do not necessarily see;

we are shy of the heavens, we might tango with hell but we are shy of the sacred. And this time of the year, my insides keel. Am summoned to a place where humanity is loved like impossible to believe. We believe where we’re hurting. We trust our five senses and our frailty. We lean in sands that shift. But here, my eyes fading just a Lil bit, is where the Light shines best for me.

I abs love blogging. It is where I read some fantastic posts ( & Prompts♥️) and learn things they never told us at school. The earth has new words every new season. She brings me culture and vivid images of other territories,

but might need to keep blogging to just posting, that is a quick fifteen minutes. Stay safe blest. Get resurrected. Put on your strength my Bible says. I am praying peace like never before, esp deep inside where now and then we as a race might go crucify Peace. May the power that raised Yeshua from the dead, be yours. Believe, say?

FMF writers, Break

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Hey, heard Josh Garrel :Words Remain ? 💜

& Arrow soundtrack, Movie Tulsa, we watched last week. True story