Writing
-
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
-
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
-
Billy, Hussain, Theresa…but Jesu!!!?
At Amsterdam complete with windmills in green fields, Art Galleries of the greatest, Schiphol, Diamond cults and Red lights, I met The Billy Graham at a convention for Itinerant Evangelists, almost every nation on earth in that Rai Centre. My roommate, a Finnish blonde didn’t speak a word of English, so I became her aide;… Continue reading
-
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
-
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
-
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
-
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
-
Family Secrets
..they travel in our bags and hair, in the lashes of our eyes, in the accents of our curries.The word “Secret” can make you think in darkish undertones, but an “ish” is an “ish”, a suspect emotion. And Families are fantastic streams of discussion. That cupped with traditional plates and sauce of soul-chat, is sheer… Continue reading
-
i meet You here
Here You always wrote Letters to me, in the Grab of my total attention: these Notes, I understand best when there are no demands, no selfish prayer, no request, just Us; We’ve lived in little and larger cities, villages, mountain, desert, coast, chatty spring, rowdy river to the sea, and bustling town.. & now in… Continue reading
-
Chapters of Us
Dawn light shocks my drowsy cup of herbal tea, It fills my dregs, my emptiness, It trails down my throat, my skin, finger tips, my pale blue sock, It falls my floor; Its Dew sips my trees, @ interstellar pace 186,000 miles (300,000 kilometers) per second 5.88 trillion miles (9.46 trillion kilometers) per year, zips… Continue reading
-
Invisible Instincts?
our instincts can be blinded by visibility? I am the Aftermath* of zillion family types we never saw; the map of them is in me. We acquire our Environment’s smiles, streets: these we inherit / disinherit, this is what we instinctively fear, or dance with. We hold what makes us feel less vulnerable. In pursuit… Continue reading
-
Definitely November
last night after a long day, our son leaned his eyes in my arm. If you’ve seen him, you know he cannot see, so the sensories are numbed in eye sockets. That’s a weird thing to say, but my tears & heart filled in a way it hasn’t: with no sensible words. I sat there,… Continue reading
-
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
-
Yelling out loud, “Peace, please!”
We wait for it, but anticipating sweetness in bitters, is an acquired taste? Yes I can put of, for long enough, my own sense of Peacefulness! Looking for white flags, or better still, making them, is what we don’t do very well? Humans try. And we pray, some. It gives me a peace that surpasses… Continue reading
-
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
-
Attempt & Change
All my attempts at friendship did nothing to change Lil Hedgehog’s opinion that the world outside his spike-ball is ‘ugh‘. (In our visit to a Farm yesterday). How have I changed recently ? Am staring more at Creation & our Creator; at how disabilities fine tune our hearing : am attempting to put into words:… Continue reading
-
Pray
..uncombed, raw from the heart meditations! This was done for a friend, battered by circumstance, and inspired by a couple that asked if I could record a ‘devotional’ – uh not easy, but here it is, 6-ish am., with two images from last evening, birds in trees nearby and this detail thats been asking to… Continue reading
-
Pain Management
My friend Jamil recovered from an auto–immune disease then went back into it. We met two years ago at a restaurant: her eyes like twin lighthouses. How dyou do this Jamil? I want to ask, but words turn to noodles in my throat. She has lil narratives of new meds that work briefly before other… Continue reading
-
What the dark whispers
It tells of the Light, like none other dare. Hell is the greatest evidence of Heaven, Death the truth of Life: Continue reading
