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Hope's Breath: February 2010
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Personal observations as I look at life leaving bread crumbs to provoke, prod and ask myself and others "what if? And "what could be? And "what is our calling? Sunday, February 28, 2010. There is no finish line to keep you from running free but even freedom can be a weapon if left to gnaw on itself. You cannot hide either your hope or its freedom. You must share your hope so others can hear, follow and leave their own closets of fear. It is, after all, at the beginning and end of the day, your choice.
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By the Waterfall: November 2011
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The sound of life flowing, water laughing, precious moments blooming. Saturday, November 19, 2011. I step out into the whirling vortex of impressions. And just like that. In an instant,. I forget Who I Am. So many glances fall my way. Luring me to live. That I am the shell. And that the shell is. Incomplete, imperfect, unlovable. I find a mirror. Such as Your eyes. When I see myself. A gem of light! I fall in love with myself -. How can I not? And in loving this reflection of me. Shining from Your eyes.
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By the Waterfall: Teacher
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The sound of life flowing, water laughing, precious moments blooming. Friday, September 13, 2013. All day I listen. Hold inside me the pieces I am handed. Some shiny and delicate. Others, shards of broken glass. Alone, at night. I lay them out on my table. To make sense of them. To water the delicate. To soften the hard. To make a song that heals them. At daybreak I rise with a weary smile. To open my heart. Then I gather new pieces. And set to work. Alone at night, again. September 14, 2013 at 8:29 AM.
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By the Waterfall: August 2011
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The sound of life flowing, water laughing, precious moments blooming. Friday, August 19, 2011. Kuan Yin, Goddess of Healing. On this day, 61 years ago, a soul incarnated. She lived in this reailty for 49 years after which, her path led her to other realms. For 19 of those years, I was honoured that she chose to play the role of my mother and mentor. Salutations to that beautiful soul wherever she is on her journey through the Universe. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Thank you, Sai!
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By the Waterfall: October 2011
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The sound of life flowing, water laughing, precious moments blooming. Wednesday, October 12, 2011. I am awed by my mortality. I am awed that despite the fact that I know I will die,. I continue to live, to create, to love life. How amazing is that? We do so much in such a tiny space of time. If there is one. Fact we need to wrap our heads around as mortals – it is that we are going to die. A noun, a verb? What comes after it, if there is an ‘after’ to it? The answers to these questions change on our jour...
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By the Waterfall: July 2011
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The sound of life flowing, water laughing, precious moments blooming. Tuesday, July 12, 2011. Let everything happen to you. No feeling is final.". Dehradun, Himalayan foothills: I spent a beautiful morning lying in this stream. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). My first graphic novel for kids. An autobiography of Sita, heroine of the epic mythological tale, the Ramayana. Also one of the eight nominees for the Stan Lee Excelsior Award, UK (2012). Beautiful places I visit. Thank you, Sai!
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By the Waterfall: Default setting: Lout
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The sound of life flowing, water laughing, precious moments blooming. Thursday, May 10, 2012. Note and celebrate the amazing events here:. First, the young man offered. Second, he carried through with his offer. And third, there was no winking, no leering, no extra chatting. A case of plain gentlemanly behaviour. Shouldn't this be standard, default setting? Pleasant encounter gets rarer by the day. Is fast becoming a faded myth in the minds of young Indian men. Bollywood endorses uncouthness with it's gl...
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By the Waterfall: Shiva's Mirror
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The sound of life flowing, water laughing, precious moments blooming. Saturday, November 19, 2011. I step out into the whirling vortex of impressions. And just like that. In an instant,. I forget Who I Am. So many glances fall my way. Luring me to live. That I am the shell. And that the shell is. Incomplete, imperfect, unlovable. I find a mirror. Such as Your eyes. When I see myself. A gem of light! I fall in love with myself -. How can I not? And in loving this reflection of me. Shining from Your eyes.
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By the Waterfall: March 2011
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The sound of life flowing, water laughing, precious moments blooming. Tuesday, March 15, 2011. Once a bird has flown the cage. The safety of convention. Is an oppressive burden. Upon her tender wings. Wings that ache to feel the rush of wind. Wings that have found their purpose. Wings that have already tasted the creamy blue sky. And cannot fold or fit in. Like they once did. Once a bird has flown the cage. The gleam of its gold bars. No longer enchants her. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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By the Waterfall: October 2010
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The sound of life flowing, water laughing, precious moments blooming. Wednesday, October 20, 2010. Percy Jackson . and the Pointlessness of it All. A young, starry-eyed, teacher’s review of the Percy Jackson series by Rick Riordan. For the uninitiated – Percy Jackson is the American half-blood 21. Century son of Poseidon, greek god of the sea and Sally Jackson, an aspiring mortal writer, living in Manhattan.). But in the delirium of hope, I forgot three vital facts:. Rick Riordan is clearly male. Gods Do...
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