Life
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Deadly Secrets of shhhalloween!
“ …how about doing what really scares you…” Vihan Damaris. “What saddens me is that we aren’t scared of death,… we’re scared of God…“ Part II of yesterday’s Post, nudged by our family friend the talented Chef Shaz Sol, U.K. “..waiting to hear the unfinished smoke you just started, ….to be cont’d….?” 🍃 Nj, Vi… Continue reading
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“I’m not afraid of You..”
“If I give you a boat, I’ll give you an ocean.” He said to me. FMF Writers : ‘Capacity’. I ask NJ what he’d do if someone gave him a boat. He said he’d go fishing! But Im thinking how awkward it’d be, right here with a boat. We’re in the middle of this silly… 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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Prayers & Parattas: Exploring the Significance of Everyday Moments
At the counter is a yellow kettle, almost like the red one Dad got you from Kolkotta. You used to live by the Bay of Bengal when life was a school kid. Ay. You can be suddenly taken back in Time, to see what’s hard to fully explain In the tastefully set-up Eatery, Royal Parattas… Continue reading
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Gandhi, Gujarat & me
Our window overlooks national army land. 100 meters from my window. If the light is good, I can see some of their uncut face skin, their arms and shoes. Sweet dearest Lord God, am not swearing, but they go to Kargil/ wherever, while I sit here trying not to be a crab, for a mean… Continue reading
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Spark
The room is dark except for dusk lights seeping in. Paru smiles like she means it. I don’t know whether to sit or stand, this is awkward. She’d lost her entire family in a series of events I don’t want to say. What can you say. After everyone’s gone home to their families, there will… Continue reading
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Its Happening!
You wait, you morph. The prayer you prayed changes you. Your feet break with the running. You grow wings, you fall upwards, in blue skies. You burned out? But the fire around, hedges you in from hell. (“I will be a hedge of fire around you,” He says) It thaws you You curl up, crushed,… 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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Embracing Faith in September: 🌷the Landscape of Prayer
Pray September! It is another September. She’s notorious, again! In an earth – tinier than a peppercorn in space, we are citizens of 2 Kingdoms, both tangible, invisible almost. We belong to heaven or hell. The air is heady with News. Hurt news. Humanity is not one whole ensemble anymore. Some kneel at gods of… 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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We see not with eyes, but with our mind
Annama sees through my face. There’s a hoard unlocking out of her. I see Us in her, I see our accumulated communal… local/global grief, I see forbidden joy in her sparkling eyes, and then the tears fall. She cannot forgive herself, nor the family that’ve abused her over the years. So she walked away from… Continue reading
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Faith & Freedom
Not the safest topic in some convos, where “Faith & Freedom” don’t run together. Meanwhile our girl Vihan Damaris‘s New Original FREEDOM There are at least two stories in this insanely stunning Video: 1. Account of The Christ’s Love for humans, & 2. Kitsy seeing a reflection of Jesu, in the coffee table, off Vihan’s… 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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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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Mayhem in June?
Honour Yesterday, the news was not good; we had a city stampede…! Our mega cricket event this week ended with 11 deaths, from celebrity induced mobs; a collapsed drain…injuries. 2025 has been a rogue year this far, with Messrs.Corona rearing ugly head, plane crashes, fires, floods, wars, rumors. Out in a walk, we saw a… Continue reading
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Prayer Bar
devotions @daybreak I sip at Your Cup, You changed bitter to sweet down my throat, over dregs, over blind mute lukewarm insipid overspill from human habit; You’re here, in this shadow of need. The Miracle of This! You here, serving armfuls of a Feast, I sit at Your table, spread before my thoughts. We are… Continue reading
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Hey June: What’s your Super power
Humanity’s best kept secret: Our individual Superpowers : that Blessedness that walks us thru a 3am nightmare, a scary trip, a disaster meet: that sudden Strength within that pushes one past despair…? So you shrugged off a tear and walked on; you were shutting down outside, but within – you grinned. You spiritually grinned at… 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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Generations of Verse!
Alice Aunty is feisty and bright eyed at 94+ in purple+pink saree. (She tailored that blouse, and says my Ma taught her..) Chennai is sizzling as we visit her airy first floor Living room, with son Selvan S. (Theologian)- cousin bro has her doe eyes, grand daughter Blessy too. My Dad had them, and his… 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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Collections
I am the product of pages of trees; of yards, fenced indefinitely. Ages stack themselves in my DNA, they rhyme with their reasons, like seasons, they change, exchange space, re-defining me. Every day is a century -full, ripe with prayers someone prayed: I collect prayers, we all do. Like it or not prayers cluster our… Continue reading
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“Sticks& stones’ll break my bones but words’ll never harm me?!”
“Hiraeth” – (welsh origin) the definition in pic below: did I even know this exists? I have a secret place within, I’ve discovered more recently: called it my Vineyard of Healing. Sorely needed it these past few weeks. 2+ didn’t get my poetry. Few ‘get’ poetry. Its fine, but why the nasty, on repeat, to… 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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Nervous!
“Don’t.” She says. It isn’t just a warning, it is a rifle pointed right in my nose. We were 12 and 13, and now decades later Kila is still saying that to me; she knows what kicks me raw in the gut where I keep intuition but now am flinging it out the window –… Continue reading
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Holy Week lasts forever
Without You, I am a flicker in the wind, precious, fleeting earthling, in space, held by Grace Held by Grace, held by Grace In shelves of galaxies, of the Mind… In the dawn of awakening, let me out of my tombs, my stone cold, out into the open where all creation knows, knows, knows You… Continue reading
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The most fun way to exercise heart, is Blog about preciousness !
we do not have one good pic together: so I made one from decades ago, when. (I’m the messy one, blue) she is gorgeous, supermom, angel all rolled in one – how on earth’d we ever call us Twins? The heart has ways of reaching in our spirits and making twin souls, esp in our… Continue reading
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run like you feel it
Why I still love the Olympics, is that tho’ they’ve fine tuned every muscle they can, the final act is unscripted, absolute, real, unedited, emotion, life, death, the dying, birthed again, all in one combustion, yes? I’ve never watched Shooters, Archers, but this time I couldn’t take my eyes off Manu Bakker, ah the focus… Continue reading
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‘Polished Arrow’ my Book is Live!
Young Ema, a social outcaste, addict and loner, in 100 pages of graphic hurt, Free Verse, & Grace… Grace & Pain are personalized. They have arms and faces, they’re not exactly what we think. There’s Lies (Slie) – of the cathedral of ash; SeribudDeer, aka The Bruised Reed. I still see alphabets in reverse, a… Continue reading
