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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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Did you hear that
just another broken sound between words, like someone saying something unheard, deep within the skies of nowhere here…? was your angel singing…waiting for you to listen for you to look listen touch breathe ‘neath the surface of things ‘neath silenced words like the Voice of a Listening…. to your Unheard. 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
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Hidden Treasure
..Stash hoarded in sepal & leaf, in leftover laughter and trippy tears, in faces in places we remember we forget we hoard stash hoard ~ places in our ears and tears of joy tripping thru our days here & there between earth an’ things we fear, or don’t: Treasure: hidden. We must find them. Continue reading
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For deep within, You exist…
…outside skin deep existence. Set me free Lord from selfishness and the pride of Eye. Hold me here where my spirit is, with You, in the reality of Why I’m here at all. Lose my heart to love like You do. Like You do, here beyond the superficial. Continue reading
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WINGS
Not just to fly but to rest on tides that can turn my need for magical cures into the ability to spread peace no matter the chaos: that. Continue reading
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Perspective
The ones looking at the painting, they are the Work of Art. P.S. You’re seeing Ads here? They are not sponsored by me, except that I chose FreeWordpress which duh also cannot kill Ads. So. Apologies dear blogfriend. Continue reading
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Elixir
There was no ‘magic’ in Penja’s bowl, nothing but her basic steamed rice in turmeric & garlic fried curries. If we were fortunate we were treated to stir fried onion rings, tomato pickles and home made breads. When Penja served you her glass of water it was in copper tumbler scoured clean with tamarind. She Continue reading
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From a piece of Quarantined Peninsula :)
LIVE Acoustic Originals from her Collection of 200, Vihan Damaris also talks on the things you ask about : UTube, 6pm – 8pm LIVE 23rd April, Indian time. Wherever you are in the world, you are invited. 😃 Continue reading
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Hem
Here, I find me.. pieces of me, stitched together in the Hem of Your garment. Look Lord, here around Your edge, pieces of prayers, darts sewn with silent fingers. Here I am Hannah, a woman ridiculed, hated by her sister, despised for unproductivity. A Hannah ruthlessly in a life not as good as expected. Here Continue reading
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My Earth-Day song
Shhhlisten to me pace… You my celebrated Earth, my Jewel of Heav’n: your hills are my Psalms, your rain ~ my answered Prayer, rinsed by day by night, by silver crested twilight; they are hoarse with saying : “…there is more, there is more than rational 365, 24×7 glory & gore; shhhlisten to what summer Continue reading
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40 wink Covid cure
In my dream just now, giant lemon rinds chased us down with mint sprig, down ginger spiced soda, home-made like they used to make them, & in the dream This could cure disease, even Covid- could it, could it be, the cure of deadly disease that feeds our machine, could it be, that the cure Continue reading
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Where eagles fear, and angels dare…
Like tens of thousands of Doctors -my sis Li, (and Nurses, Care givers), what can one say but thankyou. Thankyou for going out to work every day, for the strength with which you live your life. We talk of survival and essentials; she works, while I sit worrying about tomorrows food supply. I hope you’re Continue reading
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From around my home
A Letter to you: (inspired by a blog-friend) Heal Warrior, know you are Loved by a Force you cannot see, but One that sees you. Regret nothing but what you deprive yourself of tomorrow. Love generously, live every minute, I mean LIVE. Lockdown all noise that Intrudes. We deserve more than we give ourselves. You Continue reading
