Coronavirus
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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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‘LIFE’ is a state of mind…
Yesterday we put together a video of the Fellowship that has currently just the five of us, at home. It was past lunch time when we finally began: our son on his little keyboard: we had a new song= new lyrics😳; Kitsy our angel finally sings though! Me I hate cameras, never liked them, but Continue reading
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Rage
It is there in the seams of us in the hinge of my shadow sitting, of lashed eye in naked street, ‘tween closed border & shut teeth, ..of all the ill we may conceive, this might be the final viral of this age, soul Rage. *** @raylarn FromWhat to do when you’re in a rage Continue reading
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Surprise Visitors @April
Images from yesterday’s news refused to leave but this morning a tree full of thumb- sized black birds, white chested (what are they?) they greet with rowdy song… what are they saying? Last week we saw a family of Peacock. I thought it was a whacky dream…. ….glistening blue preening in the few meters between Continue reading
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Touched
by what held us all these years: I’m touched, by the power within us that is greater than fear, touched by how new leaf and bud appear, relentless of germs & sickness, they pout at my quick disbelief of personal endurance, Touched, where I am rinsed by storms of cleansing…. I believe you and I Continue reading
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Family Fellowship for you, wherever you are: this is as simple-y spontaneous as it can get!
What started two years ago with a few young people across Bangalore city, today was just Family, oweing to ‘Janata Curfew’: people’s voluntary curfew where every Indian stays indoors all day till 9pm this evening. So we got together for today: our daughter Vihan who made our Haven call come true with her heart of Continue reading
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Walk Tall into Tomorrow
This one is for the loved ones and those who have succumbed, or might, to Covid & other reasons humans and nations do not always thrive, & too, for those of us who die a thousand deaths in lives that could be be lived out strong, those for whom Love loses Its Light with eye Continue reading
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Friends contribute.
I just received from the Netherlands, a poem ‘Written v.appropriately; like to share it with you…’, forwarded by my dearest friend and cousin sis. We were The Twins when we were little, as in school- little girls. I wore pig tails, she wore a mop. She was fun and gorgeous, a Beauty with brains, she Continue reading
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‘What you see outside your window..’
So, no random wheeling around my city. No touching other Humans, Malls, or Theater, stay in! I’m basically a hermit, but when asked NOT to go out, ah the urge – the urge to watch sunset from anyplace else but here. And where are we these days: an entire globe @home? My own window fills Continue reading
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This too shall pass.
The Story of King Solomon’s Gold Ring. One day Solomon decided to humble Benaiah ben Yehoyada, his most trusted minister. He said to him, “Benaiah, there is a certain ring that I want you to bring to me. I wish to wear it for Sukkot which gives you six months to find it.” “If it Continue reading
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Corona-Whisperer
We need a Corona- Whisperer, and we need one now: like the fierce Santur Pills our soft voiced aunt had in thumb-sized steel box: bitter herb that scared whooping cough, sneezes, hiccups… tiny round terrors that could cure malingering children of tummy ache before school. Ma just whispering, ‘Sant,’ could bring instant relief… our Santur Continue reading
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When Panic is an Epidemic.
For Go Dog Go Cafè Writers Masi Kuma rang our door bell, 20 minutes before the 2001 earthquake in the neighbouring State of Gujarat rocked our 5 storeyed apartment building in Mumbai, India. I lugged both our little ones down three flights of stair case, to the one wide-open window over first floor landing. It Continue reading
