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E’en these
‘lips turning to Your skies, even I Lord; even I. Continue reading
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Like hands reaching to the skies..
trees too, like we, pray. Continue reading
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What is man….
Last night as my eldest daughter Vi and I sat talking into the early hours of today, there was this sense of human fragility, of an earth spinning in space, of recent global panic & the puny state of everyday living as we know it. This morning was woken with a strong sense of God’s… Continue reading
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Yes I’m listening and it hurts like hell
Little girl, I want to apologize to you and thousands of us trapped between state borders with no bus to catch…. Where will you be tonight, tomorrow….? https://www.newindianexpress.com/sport/other/2020/may/22/cycle-federation-of-india-calls-15-year-old-girl-for-trial-after-she-cycles-from-gurugram-to-bihar-i-2146619.html Continue reading
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Cara’s house
It has leaves coming out of an older room she doesn’t use anymore, by the gate; lush green and crimson leaf falling with noon light. I stop myself from staring: have always loved natural unmanicured gardens. This one’s it. After lunch she asks if we’ll have tea. Cara lives alone with a few paying guests… Continue reading
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More than one way to go forward
Little Anish, a tiny 9 year old autistic boy I met in the art room of his school…. well he’d walk backwards to go forward. What the idea was I’ll never know but Anish did well to keep his eyes on us, and back into the sun. What lessons are in this one I can… Continue reading
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Supersonic Ka-Boom!
I’m with ears pinned back, my high frequency senses free-falling: yesterday this time it* went through parts of Bangalore city, it rattled panes, shook houses; 10+ hours earlier they heard it in Canberra…. a ‘*Supersonic Boom that our Ground & Air forces here in India are puzzled at. It felt like an earthquake in the… Continue reading
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One dawn @ a time
Every dawn it’s own beauty, not yesterdays’ story not tomorrows. Just for today, I rise, breathe in deep. Each dawn it’s own power to hold till dusk. I must too, like it- rise, refract Light into waiting moments. Continue reading
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Pursued by Love
Based on a few real people. Rani lives 5 kms away in a 2roomed apartment; her husband has the TV on all day at no nominal volume, he has a kind face that is tired with taking the kids to and from school between hours at his veg shop. One of their 4 girls is… Continue reading
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After the storm
The sun came out first for an hour: its thin light chilled by windy surf. We were cold cold cold in our nails and collar bones, even knuckles. It felt hard to eat anything or touch water; sands stuck 3 inches hard in roof and floor. 2 windows and front door had been pulled out… Continue reading
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Normal?
“What dyou mean?” She asks, her face wide with laughter and tears, a rare combination for Jassi who never cries. Apparently the people who’ve been paying her rent are stopping that now that they must care for themselves. Jassi’s been semi- dependent on her second cousins all these years with eyesight gone and a debilitating… Continue reading
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I lost this … ‘Capiophobia’
We had to go out, we got our permit complete with ID card. This was going to be alright I said. Jeff isnt the worrying kind so he says nothing. I hate this mask, it feels like I’m dying in it. Never mind. Once inside car, who’s going to be harmed just in case we… Continue reading
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Let be, & be Still.
When Haishu sang it went in you like a shaft of Light. He didnt have a big voice, he didnt do big prayers, just little pauses as if God and He negotiated things as they did chords. The whole experience was stilling. Not anything to do with any gift of Haish’s. It was his ordinariness,… Continue reading
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Hold on.
A beautiful thing it can be to seemy foot prints in unread sands, in places angels might dread and eagles fear…. ah that, where the Love of God leads… you got to hold on though, to that invisible Hand that made the sands…. (From conversations with my friend Eva who can teach a camel a… Continue reading
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The Power of Joy
the Angel will not speak literally but I get these from the Book He points at … “oh the peace that is yours and you do not know it..?” He wakes me morning by morning. And not just @ my address but an entire earth’s though some mayn’t believe what cannot be seen. Ach Joy… Continue reading
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Not by bread alone
..but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God, we live: & may I add, we live not by bread alone but by words that proceed from our own mouths, we live/ or do not live fully….. Words have the power of life and death, they kill or heal the human spirit. But… Continue reading
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Like an angel
To all the mothers that bless our earth Momma, you kneeling in prayer – I remember you ~ mornings night, noon days of heart and song you in the fabric of our earth & heaven & us three lil girls, you – now a Piece of Thel & Li & me & all the children…… Continue reading
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Ar-Rest-ed by Love
He pauses between keys… his fingers tender o’er the notes that write my life….they rest/ arrest me; my black-white days, the touch that sustains…. I’m listening and every breath mine, every sigh is the song he sings as if he is the rhythm/ the beat of my rhyme no he refrains from letting me go/… Continue reading
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A Lamp to my feet…
A trick of Light maybe but Kitsy’s shoes left to sunbathe ‘3 hours’ in balcony after she went out in relaxed Lockdown hours..? Is like lit up. It was still early dusk yesterday – tough day!- when I took this photograph and it speaks to me now as Jeff and I wake to a quiet… Continue reading
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Angels in the Dark
I’m sitting on Serial miracles the past week. Five doctors : my sister Dr. Olga David, her Classmate Dr. Renu (a gorgeous lady whom I’ve looked up to from my childhood) from Manipur+ 2 of her good friends and Specialist Dr. Robindro who offered generous advice …also our relative here with his own Doc., all… Continue reading
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When you pray at Hacksaw Ridge
Not for the faint hearted: we watched this insanely provocative movie last night. Mel Gibson’s Hacksaw Ridge had new words for me like ‘Conscientous Objector’, and anti-gun war like I’ve not thought possible. It is also the highest (factual) account of Bravery awarded. “… is as electrifying as one would come to expect. Telling the… Continue reading
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I thought I was alone,
but the world looks in with need, Its eyes hinge on my flesh for sustenance, I never knew we are befriended by the cries of aloneness like never before …. We need each others faces and voices and arms of tenderness; love is no more an old fashioned abused thing; as a race we are… Continue reading
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Distracted!
“What’re you simphly worrying phor?” Prisca would ask. She an East Indian Mumbaiite I grew to love for her wide-eyed honesty bright with sarcasm. She lived between all her brothers after a family crisis kicked her out of her own house, long story… Prisca became a cook and a great one. She was there after… Continue reading
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When God Prays
Come on over, the sands are ripe for your heart. Yes it’s hard. But I Am with you. In every grain of sand, I AM for you. Watch this: there is a season turn turn, a time for every purpose under heaven. Come on over, the times are ripe for your tears that smile- they… Continue reading
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Thankful..
..for the Light that finds us even in the dark. Ben Huberman thankyou for everyday Prompts that pulled us through April. Continue reading
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Tribute to a fabulous Human we had the privilege to call our Brother.
We drive off Commercial street (Bangalore, Peninsula India), 3 pm, mid a month’s Lockdown- the streets are clutter free, we are armed with ID and saying ‘Nice!’ through the pain of losing our precious brother Sam. Yes, he would’ve approved. “No big church service, just like he’d want it. No suit…” quiet words from his… Continue reading
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The beauty of a broken heart
It breaks boundaries. Watch this heartessentialist! You heal differently. You disregard the material: unslave Self from clutching life. Mask & Glove are off. You touch stone and raw earth. You sit in the floor. You don’t need much. This begins a dangerous freedom. Your friends maynt like your new self: your peace with God. Is… Continue reading
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These past days on the edge of life, where is his spirit
Last night sometime around 2 am sleep got me in little bits: but my daughter’s words tossed me on pillow. “Hope can be a painful thing,” she said, her face melting with the things I was telling her…. …how I want my brother in law back from the valley of death (not Covid) : how… Continue reading
