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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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Wrapt in a good Friday
It is that kind of day. Two months ago, at a local farm I made this wreath from moist root, dead branch and thorn tails. I left it to dry, wrapt in gauze tissue, then forgot all about it. Today my husband NJ put it on the mantel. It was still fragrant with raw bark,… 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
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There’s another word in it
Prompt: Observant I always look forward to this Prompt from Friday Five minuters, look forward to it with a relish I knew growing up with tonsillitis and was allowed ice cream only on sacred times of wellbeing! Ah well. Thankyou FMF writers, for keeping me in touch with words,mine & yours. Life gets hectic- beautiful… Continue reading
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Just Once
Today is Ash Wednesday? My childhood Anglican Chapel with stained glass windows weeping blood tears into nesting pigeon, and my parents managing to look happy while duelling bass & alto at a Lenten anthem…. Five minute Friday writers ••• Gran insisted on a fast. Dad couldn’t bear the thought. Ma, she balanced the two acts… Continue reading
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The Greatest Human Need*
You see It* in naked mouths, in burdened markets, in death cells & cathedrals; we all await the same thing. I saw It last week in a wee apartment & momma with sick child, saw It crying in the Street yesterday outside a Cafe: a man sat in Crossword puzzles; his face sunk. A couple… Continue reading
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The Stranger
He wore long curls under a hair band and old fashioned jeans with wide trousers folded in a hem that half sagged as if unsure of the Times. Sunlight fell in his uncombed locks needing a wash but it didn’t matter. It had an educated look about it, casual disgrace. It was the funeral of… Continue reading
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Designer
This one day after months of gazing thru a dark glass at Life? …this one day began a series of clear eyed adventure among new things not seen before. New things you make. Creative! You say. Half sigh, but I love what happens when we’re not looking. Love how when we least expect it we… Continue reading
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Republic of Heal
Touch me Lord, deep within the fractures of my territory. Cleanse me here where darkness hides, but You know! You know every battle wound, curse & bleed. You who hears my cry, unlock my joy, fill my eyes with your Light, my ears with Your Life.Father God, liberate my sensitivities; may I need none else… Continue reading
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My sweet Lord
In a field, ground level I lay my heart yesterday; the aroma of earth and husk, wild basil and mud, neath Your blue skies wide eyed with Light…. It all soaks me up still, like Light drinks up the dark. It all rinses me inside out, You who grew wild reed and foxtail in fields… Continue reading
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To know you are loved, is being a garden in full bloom
*her name was Pinku I cannot describe the stink of the room with not one normal smelling thing in it. We had just walked through slush to get here. Marin, the lady with ash blonde fringe and eyes like green stars, she ploughs on as if it were a normal day. In the room, the… Continue reading
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The Dialect of Your Breath
Yes, a page off my diary as I listened to today’s word,”Do not be afraid“; this arrived without notice as poems do? Do take a peek if you can bear the blurry! Continue reading
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Here Time stands still…
Two minutes to sundown, my roses have bloomed, two tiny strawberry blossoms under honeysuckle all in our garden balcony in the sun going down, I’m staring staring at Time thats raced, stalled, touched everything, and left this moment untouched by its arms. Am staring at news here and there about Farmers in the streets furious… Continue reading
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He finds God in pages of Scripture & cups of coffee
Michael, Writer of Haikus he collects from moments between days, sent in this Beauty that graphically describes human query. “What’s your Title ?” I asked. He replied,”‘Hope in our lament’? Though, ‘A Psalm of Lament‘* , has more advantage in simplicity…” Amazed by God’s faithfulness and grace, especially over long-term mental health problems, he finds… Continue reading
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Oi 2021!
She wants to be loved like every other New Year, and I hesitate to call her good: I hesitate to say a nice word just in case it contrasts with something in the Headlines tomorrow: but then, the Still Small Voice inside me that urged the dusk to light up my holiday yard, It says,… Continue reading
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From our home to yours this Christmas 2020!
Part of our Fellowship’s zoom candle light carols night, this was our fam’s medley of old carols and new harmonies improvised; wishing you a blessed day today and always; may the Lord of Light, Peace, Joy & true Love fill your days with His Song, all of now and the days to follow, stay precious! Continue reading
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The Gift of Giving!
I got one of the dearest surprise Christmas presents I’ve ever received: Lil Marijs! – a baby sheep in soft fur, oh the child in me came out to play. Marijs, from a literal far away country, is a gift from a generous hearted person who did not let a deadly viral stop her –… Continue reading
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Messenger of Peace
We are all bells aren’t we? Every Lil whisper and word or sigh or silence saying so many things : good tidings or not, invites to this and that, to talk, or sing. We are all carols aren’t we? Tellers of stories and state; we choose the rhymes, the way with words, we are messengers… Continue reading
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The State of Maya-Mai’s safety
Maya Mai my baker friend has fewer cakes to bake this year- there’s not that many people around she says maybe we’re all feeling safer with home made breads, maybe she should price down her bakes she asks?Maybe smaller cakes ….maybe she should sell tomato pickles, There’s not that many people outdoors this year, &… Continue reading
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Polished Arrow
Hidden, in His quiver, you thought you were forgotten. You’re there for that one choice moment, polished chosen arrow; time & tide sifted, ground, broke you – seasoned your edge- today you think you live in the shadow of others; ha, know this, you are one set apart, *** …for a Time such as this,… Continue reading
