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‘Go to the ant thou sluggard,’ He said
At the Pet Sanctuary we met Hedgehog with soulful eyes (tattoos belong to Guide). Evil itself reflects what it opposes. Violence turns our eye on Peace, Hate drives hard a case on Love, Disbelief singularily champions a running away from Belief 👉🏼in the very Thing all Creation points to. When we go out into a… Continue reading
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Heart Lift
“Vineyard of Prayer“, my new painting / fav place. Will be writing 365 verses for each day of the coming 365 (wish me consistency); a book of conversations with God. Vineyards are places of productivity, of pruning and eventually the wine of soul comfort. Where am I going with this? Unsure, but it is a… 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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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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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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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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Bouquet from the King
The room gasps: outside our window beneath a hunch of trees, it’s there. In a rush of light & stillness … a Bouquet from the King, in a fuss of forest early evening mist. “For you.” He whispers; I fling my mind down and lunge to where we get a closer angle: this pic doesn’t… Continue reading
