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If this Blog-Post were a One-Pot- Meal
🍝Hello February 2626🍜 Error in the auto generated image below: but it is quite a number to look at. 2626*. That’s 600 years down … oh my, will there be Blogs? Where’ll you and I even be? *Not what I was thinking on, while doing this Post. Was having a calm Day2 here, complete with Continue reading
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..you been on a trip, you were in awe and don’t have great words or pics, leave alone blogability ..?
First our booking at a Paloya Lodge got mysteriously canceled. Three hours later we find a villa by the confluence of two rivers; India they say rightly, is not for ‘beginners’ the whole week still vivid with images I’ve not really seen out the window before. Lorry next to us, had these leaves tied to Continue reading
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Courage is not the absence of fear
🌿 A Visit🌿 ‘No he won’t bite or whip tail, but can if provoked.” “Take a picture?” I ask. Animal Educator Simi replies, “Get your face close to his. Stay calm.” Iguana does not blink and I stare with awe at a new widened horizon. What a huge earth it is: Iguana and I are Continue reading
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Woman with the Tattoos: Encounters Over Coffee
Invisible diamonds. 🌿 Her brows have tattoos between them. The eyes dark with kohl, observe me over steaming cups of coffee on aluminum tables at Saji’s Coffee House. Outside, an almond tree is ripe with cables that run into asbestos roofing. Everything glistens with rain; the woman searches in her faded rexin bag. Long thin Continue reading
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Dad
🖋 I still can’t think of you in a place without me. But then, you are in the bones of my being – the pulse of my heart. On this Day years ago, you went with God. I cannot describe how it felt and feels to not have you in this life here. 🌿 Then Continue reading
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Dyou hear the Earth sing?
We are interconnected human experiences, blending trust, forgiveness, and regeneration daily. Continue reading
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🌿Justice for January🌿
“What do you play? ” They ask. I have a secret instrument buried in my rib cage. When no one’s looking, we sing my tiny verses to the stars..”…may showers of Blessing fall like rain..healing rain let it fall….”🎶 (My secret Instrument? God’s Word strung over my Soul). May He hear and respond to the Continue reading
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Coffee Angel with broom #Advent2025
: Celebrating Christ in every place He leads us thru’ #11. Today’s Prayer: ‘Gratitude when its hard” : … for surprise touches of angel-wing,I give You Gratitude for these & million things. For thorny soil where lilies bloom, I give You thanks my God, I give You thanks- 🥀 It was December and our parent’s Continue reading
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Embracing Creativity: Painting Prayer in December
#7 Dear God,Teach me Your CreativityHow You make leaves glowin billion shades of brown green yellow red white. Dear God, as a midnight clear fills with star mist, teach me how to associate creativity, prayer and social existence in this great bigPlanet too too wide to fit rightinto. I need You. Like neverbefore. December is Continue reading
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Unlocking the Gates of FAITH, HOPE & LOVE in the Vineyard of Prayer
🍃 Reflections @ Mt.Olive, garden Gatshemonem, Kidron ravine Vinepress, here Yeshua (born Bethlehem), prayed few words that still involves all Humanity: prayer of the Prince of Peace inviting me to seek Him with all my Heart. Soul, Mind, no shopping lists attchd., #6 “…..Lord Often I treat you like santaclaus. My bad. Could I just Continue reading
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December Prayer
🌷 31 days of Transformation, in the Secret Place -Day 1- Here I am stepping into a new 31. Lord, am unsure of the details: it is like walking on water. But You smile a welcome, Your Arms stretch wide as the banks of a River, a River of Light Father my feet are unsure, Continue reading
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A Heartfelt Thanksgiving.
Reflections by the River If you call otters wild, then yes, we’ve seen a sweet couple of them recently… (WPress prompt: wild animals). Coorg will always be one of our fav places in the world: the memories here are rich with change, with life. Top of Mercara Hill is the church we got married at. Continue reading
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Happy Feat !
embracing the Spirit of Christmas with ‘Penguins‘ “..penguins of the cold Antarctic, find that one of their lives’ flaws is that they don’t get the magic of a life with Santa Claus, for they …have been placed far poles apart…” (Quote: Andrew of FMF Writers) “Dearest Lord God of the Penguin & us humans, I Continue reading
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For the sheer Joy of being with You
Chilly morning here, low cloud. Dew in my wild flower garden. Monsoon Mantha in our peninsula, is melting down. Mixed emotions after another birthday celebration at home. So we’re a year wiser, closer to Eternity. Kimia, a lane mate from ten years ago called to say Hi, they’re not well and could we pray for Continue reading
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The Best Is Yet To Be*
Not for the fainted hearted; for Jaci, Wanj, and all of us, for Real I cannot speak or think. Its a nightmare. Or is it? I wake and here the tide shoves my mattress, am blanketed with sub-zero Hope. “Take the key.” His whisper is a shout. I weep, He wipes my tears from the Continue reading
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“What happens when you pray?”
When we finish all our words, we become a lesser piece of us, and more of another… I let go of my own words, my prayer lists; now I’m more a child- zero hesitation. This can be silent. Silenced expectation, a separate place. Something new. Awkward. Changed. You’re not just a body, you’re all soul. Continue reading
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Transformative Affection: From Grape to Grace
it is The Secret Place. 5 am. Not meant for the faint hearted. My glacier melts like old ice into summer. The Grim Reaper sizzles, overtaken by the Lord of the Harvest! You’ve been to the original Garden of Gethsemane? – by Olive garden, & Vine -press Gatshemonem, by the Kidron valley ravine, under where Continue reading
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Its “Happening” !
What are you feeling right now? You’ve waited. Waited long enough. Waited as the bud grew into a tree that snapped. You burned, burnt out..you thought; & waited for that Promise from Heaven to come true, but It seemed to run Itself out of sight. Now the eyes inside you, once shut tight, they peek Continue reading
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The Silent Stories of Rain: A Coffee Shop Reflection
The rain fell in the steps outside Crown Coffee. It fell in the trees and on the girl lying in the steps of Crown with her baby. Then the rain fell on truck loads of somethings, and it fell in the slush and gutter and in nice shoes getting off a grey cab, and going Continue reading
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What’d you let go – for Peace with God?
2. Let go of words that destroy my purpose(things I’ve/ others’ ve said that try break down my very existence) 3. Let go the version of me that is controlled by xyz, (if they even try) 4. Remember that every thing in the Now, the Present, Future, Past, is temporary. Eternity awaits, right here 5. Continue reading
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till its not too late
After the panic and scramble, a nation sits down to grieve a Flight that fell from the skies this week. No survivors except one man who made it out, he doesn’t know how but he did. His eyes keep looking to the sky. Superman one Newsline calls him. And what do we say to the Continue reading
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The Shape of aPrayer
7 am, liquid gold dawn after a night of some rain; I’m praying shut eyed. The shape of such prayers are wordless- is Wordless a shape? Its an Emotion, and today it is palpable. I’m praying like someone leans on a strong wall. Or like running into Refuge in a storm What can I say, Continue reading
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The Voice
10 am., today in a tiny chapel, a newly installed bell rang out. We stepped in thru’ fresh cement front step; this place was being renovated. Padre TS was nervous, it was his first wedding in church English: he dropped his notes, his fingers shook. We all exchanged careful grins. Light filtered in through monsoon Continue reading
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Per- severe *
FMF Writers :* if we’re not socio-paths, we are shy, or bored, or somethings else. I cannot read your mind, often my own avoids me. Like she hides in shelves and waits till others leave, before clearing her throat or humming to get my attention. The toughest errand for my head is perseverance but am Continue reading
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I treasure Lessons* Earned
These* are my personal belongings. You’ll find them stitched away in the jaws of my silence. Or in the hedges of moments, pickling Quiet. These are my Treasury, my sole belongings. This is Where I meet Christ everyday, every turn. 🌷 Bookleaf Publishers, My Amazon Link 🌷 Continue reading
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Extra miles!
Our son Yona is a young dude today, a head turner. Charmer. Go out with him you get the best seats, view, the warmest cheer, not because he’s blind, but because he knows exactly how to communicate wirh folks, either in words, or in quiet grace. He is honest but tender. Weak eyes can hear Continue reading
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For I am persuaded …!
Trish* just recovering from surgery is back home now, her lovely face underlined with strength : the joy of clear reports slightly overshadowed by surgery. “It was too much for me to think of myself, so I just focused on my Lord. Listened to music, worshipped. I did not ask for healing, but for patience Continue reading
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even if
Settle it in, exhale, intake, consume Gratitude, even if the sun is ice, & stars tire, or birds forget melodies: all day, just rest, arrest the heart in every right place – every little piece of time- a bouquet fat with deliberate thanksgiving…all day Continue reading
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My burden is Light
Be a little light, a meteor, a star, a speck of fire in the dark, don’t be the dark, pl don’t, that’s too lonely, yes, no, we can’t be Light all by ourself, we’re too selfish. True Light, it gives, gives. Remember the manger, the stable, remember the Cross. That’s the real thing. We can’t Continue reading
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December Ember
“What can I say?” Said little Teardrop, to the Seribud Deer. “Say nothing, then,” He replied, un jumbling Hisself in her eyes, and she knew He spelled. ‘B- r-u-i-s-e-d, R-e-e-d ‘ for ‘Seribud Deer’, wheeeeh! Tear Drop glowed out loud: He was really Bruised broken for her- she understood that her little or long words Continue reading
