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Order in chaos
After the rains it was there. Some call it Peace. There were frogs and crickets downstairs and the distant siren of an ambulance: 🍂 …oh drippy leaves, rain drops among raggedy city silhouettes; an earth washed, rinsed. Today am still inhaling that Quiet in gulps. It has been a while since Nature hit me this… Continue reading
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Senses we do not know but use anyway
….the touch of experience, the taste of a new day the sight of vision, the hearing of the muted, the sense of loss, the smell of hope, the unseen tomorrow….these and some stir my ‘heart ‘ – ah that organ of awareness we’ve placed somewhere ‘tween head & rib. And oh when my spirit opens… Continue reading
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Music for a day as this
Lyrics and Life bare us naked: here we wrestle not with flesh and blood but with invisible powers that make/ break us. It is in these moments of facing the unknown, that we stumble upon Reality: not the facts as we read them, from other people’s desks and conclusions, but from the core within that… Continue reading
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Heart Lift
“Vineyard of Prayer“, my new painting / fav place. Will be writing 365 verses for each day of the coming 365 (wish me consistency); a book of conversations with God. Vineyards are places of productivity, of pruning and eventually the wine of soul comfort. Where am I going with this? Unsure, but it is a… Continue reading
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The Incredible Power of Belief
Negatives stem from disbelief at the State of Peace. And their reason comes from a space so deeply ingrained in us, it takes a super normal event for some of us to believe in the Impossible. 🌿🍂☘️🍁 I’ve always been fascinated by leaves : fat leaves, thin shrunk ones lopping off branches or in the… Continue reading
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Our Block ‘Watch girl’
I try telling my new friend, this stray girl with fragile toes, silk ears and white eyelash; try telling her about Pandemic protocol but she doesn’t care. She loves Momos from the Tibetian lady at Top in Town Mini Mall, but that is closed since Lockdown. Black Beauty our Block Watch girl/dog & I took… Continue reading
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“The story of Jesus is incomplete…
…without me.*” That sentence arrived an hour ago without warning. The entire story of nature revolves around man, woman, child, their environment, like the planets revolve around the sun; like birds returning to the nests, like bees go to flowers: the entire Bible is an endless Whisper to Humanity; the aspect of Love, the person… Continue reading
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“Tauktae!”
Who names these cyclones? As “Tauktae” batters our west coast, showers and demi-gale rinse our flora, fauna & us all – roof/ roofless, and newspapers drying in the sun for the Ugh Virus; Two young girls in Bangalore City, got into PPEs and are helping families bury their dead in a local cemetery. Unsure if… Continue reading
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No War Zone
My messy Lil garden where prayer always happens. Little half words, like swords they cut away disbelief and fear. A certain war leaves, like autumn. Here inevitably I find my Day spring, my source of Life. Continue reading
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Not just another day!
As our nation reels and staggers among seen and unseen factors, can all the kings horses and all the kings men put things back together again? Before we can get used to the day’s Papers, the next day dawns with worse stats. This is unreal, but like one person said, “..it was a disaster waiting… Continue reading
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“What is Love?”
…I ask my baby Lotus leaf sitting in palm sized pot, and she my National Leaf too, says nothing. Lazy evening mid pandemonium of bad news, local birds and neighbor welding event! What a varied mess we are.(Do check video way below if it uploads👇🏼) “What is Love?” I ask the Maker of my Leaf.… Continue reading
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Watch “Steady Me Hollyn Cover Kitsy ft. Vihan Damaris” on YouTube
My girls. “Steady me”. Dearest Lord, how I need this. Kitsy our younger daughter with Vihan. Its a bad time in India. Today a small trip outside felt so unreal. No sign of wailing ambulance, just a chilling quiet in our locality. But the papers. A dear friend’s 30 year son succumbs. In W/ A… Continue reading
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Remedy
When Remi plays those keys it is like a cure. “Remedy” you could say for laughs but that is for real. He hits those keys slow as if hesitant, as if unsure, like an amateur. Ha. You think! Remi has fingers like I’ve not seen, he can’t sing a note, he has this puzzled gaze,… Continue reading
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Our Roots are made from Days as These
The silence is eerie. Listen careful, you might hear the street below, a siren, another siren. My friend Shalitha had a quiet wedding, we blest them virtually. None of us wore silks and perfume. Just a prayer for the best. By 10 am, the stores are shut, the clutter gone. There is a certain boldness… Continue reading
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It is that time …
The rain last night left puddles and a ‘Bird of Paradise’ bud! Life goes on as we scramble for Oxygen, literally. India hurts, prays, vaccinates. Every Breath is a miracle no one’s taking for granted. Nor food, shelter, job. The Earth continues to deliver her grass, bird and foliage. It is that Time of Life.… Continue reading
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Vaccine!!!
Ahhhhm! We did it. Covaxin. Indian bred, off Bharat Biotech. After tiny zing in left arm, a 0.01% lightheaded wooshiness. One numb finger for 2 secs. Nothing in the next three hours. Then a mini wave thru’ head, assisted by tingles. One tweak in left shoulder. What was going on? I felt a few rhesus… Continue reading
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Permit to park
How long before Parks too will close down again? This Lil guy did not want to be seen, but few moments later he shimmied down that tree, his eyes brilliant with joy. Why didn’t I give myself permission to talk to him? Courtesy- protocol. Sigh. I’ll never be able to walk past that rock without… Continue reading
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A year of ‘uneasy’
It has been a 365 of the Unusual. When Lockdown and Covid began its agenda on us all, I prepared for a season of quiet, introspection. But that changed. It was a year of meeting new people in all kinds of places. There were women with burns’ accounts that broke me before I could put… Continue reading
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Sermons from my ‘Jacquemontia’!
Years ago my husband NJ had gifted me a bouquet of blue silk roses for our anniversary, but later a relative wanted it for her wedding bouquet. I didn’t have the heart to say No, nor could find another just like it. What followed was an endless search for the blue roses, in every shop… Continue reading
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ACH ‘pressure’!
For FMF Writers “Yes. Bowling! That is what I want to do on my birthday!” I said. NJ smiled slow. I hadn’t been near the thing, it couldn’t be that hard. No pressure. Let’s just go … “Ma, you sure? Its what you want for you ‘day’..? Sure, I’m sure. Hypothyroid & everything. Doc had… Continue reading
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April beauty
My April flower – Jacque- montia, big name for a bushling, already a favorite in our tiny balcony garden. It is war with local pigeon though, that want to nest here. One feather head, Tina born here, now tries tag her brood in, every season along with speckled partner. They are a mess, and we’ve… Continue reading
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This Good Friday
Yep, did it. A tribute I always wanted to offer to the One & only Yeshuva! Wasn’t easy doing “Via Dolarosa” but for a still moment, I felt me standing there on that deadly route, watching as the gory trek uphill happened….. for you, for me: this One who would do all that for a… Continue reading
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Happy Woman’s day
…every body that ever was here that’s a woman or appreciates women as they are, sweet kings as they are in spirit and in truth, the finger prints of God in all His glory, I say *** Happy day to ye, makers of beauty, photographers, writers, messengers of hope, warriors in grace, gardens of peace… Continue reading
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The sound of colors
Fmf writers prompt:Green Her house was green: from a new painted roof to shutters in soft green. Every room was like a library, even their table was decorated with books, I’d never seen anything like it. My home was a museum of random memoralibia: drying rose bouquet in bamboo vase from Odisha, tatted table top… Continue reading
