Dec 2023
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Kindness…
Love, Acceptance, Friendship, Decency, Sensitivity. In a world slowly turning away into a self centered mob, these remnants make me remember who I am, where I’m from, Who I will return to. Continue reading
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The Language of Love
For a few months, I wrote for an NGO that rehabilitates Burns victims. Young women, eyes like stars, lips sealed with somethings too beautiful to easily make sentences. Each of these Survivors startled me with a reality too stark to estimate. Zara*(names changed), Mini, Kayini…. today they are healing from even internal scars that could’ve… Continue reading
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Awkward spotted giraffe
: Mascot. The unlikeliest thing in the world is me starting up a Sports team, though I’m one for pranks. Sports is a discipline, uh … less mindless game. You’re a team, you’re partnering: I’d love a skateboarding team: no petrol, no screaming tyres. Why the Giraffe: not sure . Sometimes we like an opposite… Continue reading
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Unbroken ?
There’s a growing distance between Us all; it is Louder than the guns of war. Continue reading
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Last week, 2023
Blogmate Mou asks my recipe of the season: We’ve just got back from totally southern appam/coconut milk, chutneys with steaming idlis, prawn stirred rice, mint soup, pickled baby mangoes and stew. Mou asked for one recipe- I have too many stoves in my head, too many Flavors and spices. Will need to sort out head… Continue reading
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Influenced by the Light
..by Truth, and even by darkness. Or lies Influenced by kindness, by hate, by mercy and by the profanity of the cheapened soul, so steep they forgot their priceless ness. These things influence me like fire and ice and stones and lesser winds, or storms. They influence me towards or against them – the dark… Continue reading
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Playing four legged- ministers of Joy
with my son Yona whose visual limits don’t stop him from breaking out loud. That with “D sharp” ( my new friend & donkey puppet, named after the musical note Yona and I both LOVE)! Had to face pup.him, cuz he’s not exactly camera friendly. NJ my husband is a Sound Genie and smoothed all… Continue reading
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eating Poinsettia
buying December- herb seasonings in my “Grace-ry” list: Joy- clusters of vine: deep in my soul where I’m trapped ‘neath the debris of a falling earth. I’m buying Time on eleventh hour mercy, listing reasons for glad-sizzles – steaming spiced rices, cardamom in desserts, bay leaf roasted in fires ringing in sweet flags of salvation. Continue reading
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This One
My daughter asks, “Ma how dyou do different Character voices/ acts/ ..” ( we just uploaded our tiny Act, attached link below). She’s serious and waits. I reply, “…only some times; if I’ve rested up.” Little Theatre has followed me a bit. That and the Drama of the Cross stops me in my tracks and… Continue reading
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Creative or Conned
December rears and revs! Leaves pregnant with mist, they ask to be seen. There are messages from another territory: the dew, a neighbors’ tears, a vendors smile. Woman in gold blouse with ruby lips, and broken eyes. Man in dead voice. Trees, cars, tables in this maddening crowd turning turning like seasons of our soul.… Continue reading
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You write me,
words, syllables, sentences dying, recreating Cell on cell, impacting structures: Light in my unmet territory. Some call You God, I have not enough description. Not enough kneel & bow. They can tear & cuss me all they want. Its me that’s stunned at the old gone, the new here. What’s this – what’s Hate. What’s… Continue reading
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There is a season turn
..turn turn turn. And a Time for every purpose under heaven . This I have seen in 2023. Our son begins to heal after five years of medications and side effects of those meds for seizures. Its still up and down but we’re not hanging upside down from the ceiling. Meds are being reduced, its… Continue reading
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Doubt – less
less of that, yes. Less need, more giving. Continue reading
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A thousand Billion faces I saw this year
and in each, I saw You again and again Oh Lover of my soul, holding on in my deadliest, ugliest- only You could. You my greatest Event, quenching my dark with Light, my death with Life. Whispers, Touches, Voice in my silence, Mend in the tear: in seeing You up close via everyday life, You… Continue reading
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My wilder -ness
Wild Post prompted by animal & other Instincts. Got this Beauty today at Sunrise Mart am rambling like a heart that beats with good news in bad days. Its that Time of year when gentle things are sposed to happen and heart turns milsh: last December we were with angioplasty for my husband NJ who… Continue reading
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Store-well
He is twenty something and races, speeds, skids, is a wild cheetah. Continue reading
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I used to be an owl
now am a Morning bird. How on earth did that happen? What arrived, what left? 12 was my sunrise, now I switch to 5am? Here the head is clean. Am rushing out to check my Light: the heart curious – a little like how 7 years old was, drinking Dew, touching the mist as if… Continue reading
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December Dare!
Toja has eyes that were amber gold, now they fill with hate; but it is this kind of month: gorgeous sacred emotions. We are descendants of blessings or what? I cannot hate you back Toja, its too late. There was a killer double rainbow last evening 4pm, in chilly drizzle. We ran to the terrace… Continue reading
