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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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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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Colours of the Heart
Do check ‘Mere Inkling: Colors-of-heaven & CS Lewis,’ not a casual read, it provokes sensories. What’s heaven like- what are we ? What Divide binds us together? What Great Divorce reverses our cataracts with Lens that sees thru’ all blindness? “Thirst was made for water; inquiry for truth” C.S.Lewis. The great divorce QUOTES – Prasanta Verma.com… Continue reading
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Have you been so in awe, you didn’t take enough pics?
have you been startled by stone step inscription touching your feet, almost pleading attention -the sun, a pure white 37° , it feels like 47; and it hits me in the place where humans store our spirit: am stepping in Era that halved history : BC/AD! Light falls in slabs of Words. Everyone is quiet,… Continue reading
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Miracle of a scar
Scary when they tell you your retina is thinned out in the centre???? These Babes are never wrong. White coats, glossy black sweet bat girl frames, mid 30s? I’m muttering prayer in my teeth. Turns out its just the Macula scar I’ve had: 15 million blind in India, I get a piece of that miracle… 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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Tears of God
I am a tear drop of you, piece of Your iris, fiber of Your gaze.. 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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there will be Light
..the Presence of the Touch that touches all 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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Prisoner of Hope
#WDYS An earth, arrested by her own love for all her species. A Love nothing can destroy: not every last sting of hate, not every last sword – it just keeps her alive: Love: It mutates, re-surrects what all else might kill, for True Love kindles Hope kindles her billion billion pieces of dying Prayers… 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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The Power of a Bruise
Portrait of a Bruise that, though makes one feel small, connects us to the mystery, of the transformative power of faith. Ot captures the beauty of the vulnerable to new beginning in the Garden with Christ. Continue reading
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Unbroken ?
There’s a growing distance between Us all; it is Louder than the guns of war. Continue reading
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Last week, 2023
Blogmate Mou asks my recipe of the season: We’ve just got back from totally southern appam/coconut milk, chutneys with steaming idlis, prawn stirred rice, mint soup, pickled baby mangoes and stew. Mou asked for one recipe- I have too many stoves in my head, too many Flavors and spices. Will need to sort out head… Continue reading
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This One
My daughter asks, “Ma how dyou do different Character voices/ acts/ ..” ( we just uploaded our tiny Act, attached link below). She’s serious and waits. I reply, “…only some times; if I’ve rested up.” Little Theatre has followed me a bit. That and the Drama of the Cross stops me in my tracks and… Continue reading
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Creative or Conned
December rears and revs! Leaves pregnant with mist, they ask to be seen. There are messages from another territory: the dew, a neighbors’ tears, a vendors smile. Woman in gold blouse with ruby lips, and broken eyes. Man in dead voice. Trees, cars, tables in this maddening crowd turning turning like seasons of our soul.… Continue reading
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You write me,
words, syllables, sentences dying, recreating Cell on cell, impacting structures: Light in my unmet territory. Some call You God, I have not enough description. Not enough kneel & bow. They can tear & cuss me all they want. Its me that’s stunned at the old gone, the new here. What’s this – what’s Hate. What’s… Continue reading
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A thousand Billion faces I saw this year
and in each, I saw You again and again Oh Lover of my soul, holding on in my deadliest, ugliest- only You could. You my greatest Event, quenching my dark with Light, my death with Life. Whispers, Touches, Voice in my silence, Mend in the tear: in seeing You up close via everyday life, You… Continue reading
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My wilder -ness
Wild Post prompted by animal & other Instincts. Got this Beauty today at Sunrise Mart am rambling like a heart that beats with good news in bad days. Its that Time of year when gentle things are sposed to happen and heart turns milsh: last December we were with angioplasty for my husband NJ who… 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
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The Silent Prayer
nestling where we’d least find it, in the eye of a storm; hated by hell, coveted by those who know Its power; yes This is the best possession I have now, maintained like a cherished Garden. This I’d keep forever and not let go: that secret place where we meet the immortal Continue reading
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Strains from not- so- distant borders
Three of my Fav artists, not just today: their voice can break hearts of stone, if Humanity would pause a moment in our strife, to allow healing. Shilo Ben Hod, Song: Before, Album “Once Again“; Lil Boy Nethaniel & Abraham Fried, “Abba” Lil boy healed, name: Netaniel “Abba” by Abraham Fried https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxyPbKds3oGHHZ1SsyhmiDoDlOH_GAtHwg?si=pL0H5M7NDLINvUXI https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxCJSXw6y3mN-SQGk39neGqqFUipT6zymP?si=wRLlDWKK2rYryO_t https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxPH2C4_y0Sc-SVPIxSjY0RUnp0Dv5yCd7?si=FESK4oxu_NVc6o7G Continue reading
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Super-naturality
Looking at the permanent – Love of God in Christ. Because I can’t look away: Its Him or hell. Nothing in between. Like wheat & tares, goat & sheep, gold & clay. I’m staring at eternity. Not tomorrow, but now, today, here: its all that will remain. Here I pray for blind eyes to see… Continue reading
