Thoughts are like particles that take birth and then die. Some thoughts live long. Some thoughts are short-lived. Some thoughts may be born often. Some thoughts may be born more rarely. Thoughts cause action. Thoughts cause things to change. So thoughts are a force. There are thoughts that I and other humans have. Then there… Continue reading Hopping, Skipping, Through The Garden of My Mind
What The Dog In a Jar of Fear Told Me
The stray dogs were barking loudly, and this barking was unlike any I had heard before. It made me go outside to see. One of the stray dogs had a plastic jar on his mouth like a muzzle and he was not being able to get it off. Clearly he was in a distress situation… Continue reading What The Dog In a Jar of Fear Told Me
Will You Play This Game With Me?
Since last week we were talking of the importance of seeing beauty, how about making a game of it? Making a game out of something to do makes it so much more fun, pleasant … and beautiful. There — we are in the company of beauty already. Ok, so here is how the game goes… Continue reading Will You Play This Game With Me?
I Shall Go The Way I’d Gone
I shall go the way I’d gone as a child, to the sky. I shall let it blow my mind To smithereens. Then I shall be only me Nothing more. As the sky is Just the sky Nothing more. As the bird is Just the bird. “But you’re so intelligent!” they say… This I do… Continue reading I Shall Go The Way I’d Gone
How My Mother Gave Us An Education
Once again she was there at 8 a.m., outside the principal’s office. The principal, a Jesuit father, walked in at 8:15 a.m. She waited for 15 mins, giving him a chance to settle down, and then, with a gentle knock on the swinging panes of the door – “May I come in Father?” This is… Continue reading How My Mother Gave Us An Education
Cherishing The Year As It Closes
I like the year-end time. There are no festivities at home, and one is granted a holiday by the world or society at large. This gives the opportunity for some year-end stock taking with an easy mindspace. Or if I choose to do absolutely nothing about the year coming to a close, that is absolutely… Continue reading Cherishing The Year As It Closes
Broken but…
This digital sketch feels like a self-portrait on the days when I am unwell. It is an offering to anyone to make their own, when they feel broken but know that the beauty within is still intact.
She Knew My Language
For the Charlotte chapter of my life, God gifted me Jane Frazier. He put her in the parking lot, for me to discover her there. Something had prompted me to go and talk to her that afternoon when the local churches had got together to give furniture to international students like myself, who had come… Continue reading She Knew My Language
Find Your Own Resolve
This piece written spontaneously one day has helped me tremendously in navigating relationships and keeping focus. Now I am an adult – I must eat my own food, clean my own clothes. Whether I can contribute in anyone else’s life or not at least I should be able to feed myself – no grown animal… Continue reading Find Your Own Resolve
