Peace
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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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Visited by Dante?
I’ve just had my Book POLISHED ARROW Reviewed by AVINISH PATHAK : an honest critique, well advised, in the absence of familiarity ( & talked of with the Mr Dante); Dante, a Literary nferno. Me, a ‘pickle of meteors & dust’ (Polished Arrow) . Dante does say👇🏼 Yeh. We are pickled in war & peace! 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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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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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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Heartravellers
had a lovely day- my sisters were home after a longgg stretch- travelled back in time, up stairwell of lighthouse. We flew down to our village beach and surfed lanes, then ran up to the sky, where a seagull swooped on Thandala, the fisher girl we knew – swooped on her basket of mackerel, her Continue reading
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The Power of Story
FMF Writers, Prompt Pursue. Uncle Thoma insisted I write short story; he was a Journalist “Write love stories, hate stories, don’t stop” Pursuing is a whole different revolution around the sun. Now just when my eyes are not so great, the Nudge returns. Write! Uh, not easy. My retina need breaks now and then, or 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
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Evidence of things not seen:
Faith. It mixes sun, moon stars, galaxies together; laughs at our definitions of ills, our calculations at insecurities. Faith eats lions, crushes dusks. It opens the Iris, and dances our feet where angels and demons fear to tread; is our basic instinct, most abused; Faith: buried under the dust of the stars we shut in Continue reading
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Not-so-Passive Aggression
Last week 7 pm, we saw this young man on the sidewalk, dressed for the season, complete with red glowing horns. “Jitender Kumar,” he said his name was, when I asked him. He was selling little green umbrellas lit up for our diwali that’s just finished. We bought one of the green things, then he Continue reading
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Bought with a Price
November is gold this morning, 6 am, every leaf, gold .. My ginger tea has pepper in it, cardamon, cinnamon, recommended by Sarti, a friend who knows about allergies, ( my allergies to all anti inflammatories, even in oils, lemon, soaps, Vitamin Cs, ugh. Ginger kills histamine but is also an anti inflammatory agent. Not Continue reading
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Favourites?
Hard to say. Anne Mogi was Chemistry teacher. I hated the Subject, but Mogi had drama. She made the formula of Chlorine smell like a cleaned up river! And Math of Ms. Kini- I secretly felt she could terrify God, with her hatred for anyone who didn’t know what 2356855×78754 +4543÷993 was. I got closer Continue reading
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Unseen untouchable moments
..walking on water, sitting in the heart these moments of talking, talking to God. Continue reading
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“… if you think adventure is lethal try routine…”
“You can misunderstand this, ya?” The eyes are bright. I breathe deep and say nothing as our coffee steams in the chilly noon. “Ray, I’d die of boredom without some excitement, see…” I want to kick him. ‘Courage in the face of danger,‘ that’s what he looks like now and its messing my heart. It’s Continue reading
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A holiday with God
a walk in the garden with Him, or in a desert, His Wisdom in my maddening questions, a chat without words, cuz words will never be enough; oh a coffee He brews for us, I’d love a holiday, with Him, a bath in His wellspring of healing, then warm up in His Light, His fountain Continue reading
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Two much!
Two things struck me today as I headed home from a Mall where everything went wrong, except for the sweet old lady at the escalator, she had two bags and a grin, maybe at the fact that she was just plain happy I don’t know. I’ve been suspicious of Escalators. Yea I know – I’m Continue reading
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Embracing Life’s Challenges: Lessons from the Sea
That September we had a small celebration, our youngest was a baby. How d’you describe the sea to a blind person, leave alone a tiny human? We did our bit, but he wailed, burrowed face in me. The sand, the huge amount of it, was too much for his little fingers. He’d just begun to Continue reading
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Powered byPeace
Merchants of Peace: people not shy of being the Change they teach: Ma Therese, she could clean leper wounds and say she was doing all her service for Jesus. God bless anyone like her, and everyone not like her. Peace makes for forgiveness and hopefully less war. Life’s not like that you say. Reality is Continue reading
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Raining Prayers
We went out for vanilla scoops- 2/each, then met 3 Kashmiri ex- Techies selling Samovar tea…(its a brew of cinnamon flags, saffron shreds stewed over coal & Kehwa steam), 7pm The dark lashed Kashmiri sons & I trade shares of different lives. He has had a bullet wound in his arm. 6ish feet tall, smiling Continue reading
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Say
I write for a group of writers :Five minute Friday and this week we ‘Say‘ in five minutes, what’s between our fingers, asking to be said. I’m thinking of Ghezu a local Dancer and she was good to feature on a video shoot for my daughter, but we got the feeling she was holding back, Continue reading
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We, look for You
Like sunflowers to the sun: You lookin for me to look for You. Who’d’ve thought Creation forever stalks its Creator: even in our vilest cuss, we Address You: We know that we look for You, to blame, or occasionally bless: like a moon to the sun, we watch/ orb Your orbit a whirl to Your Continue reading
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WORD FALL
Vinepress3 my bloodshadows are thick with a thousand generations of man, but Your Vine saps me to the Word ~like swords strip my thorn Oh Vibe of Heaven in my branch, awoken, rising startled. 🧤 Impression from* Marks Gospel 2 Sapling from wilderness grafted into Christ. “Sap” His Word . His wound , as from the Continue reading
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December Dare!
Toja has eyes that were amber gold, now they fill with hate; but it is this kind of month: gorgeous sacred emotions. We are descendants of blessings or what? I cannot hate you back Toja, its too late. There was a killer double rainbow last evening 4pm, in chilly drizzle. We ran to the terrace Continue reading
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My Friend & Hiding Place
To my horror I realized my growing addiction to Thrillers. Exorcist though was ugly- boring. Omen more aethestically thrilling, clever. Sure I was nose-deep – in Love for the Sacred, but just about nose deep. Like a deep sea diver that flip flops with mere sand crab. One noon, my 7 months pregnant self, watching Continue reading
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3 phrases I saw yesterday that’s shooken me
Believers in zero Supernaturality spread their faith thick. Some pray to ourself or rivers, trees, sun, moon. Or to good people & hymns handing down faith like Habits worn at the altar, at incense fires and bronze- hand-held manageable cross, in gentle Stained- glass lit Shepherd with some pastel white sheep. Cathedral microphones may or Continue reading
