reminder of home

I really wouldn’t want to bring anything but my rich memories. But if there were one small object I had to pick, it would be my Lemurian Seed Crystal. It’s no larger than my thumb. It is such a wonderful reminder of everything that is home. It reminds me of moments of peace and laughter. […]

celebrating me

Strange as it may seem to some, I have absolutely no desire to be any celebrity for a day. No matter whom I admire, the bottom line is I don’t have a clue about their lives, who they are, what they think and feel, their past, their fears, what makes them happy, etc. I only […]

feeling henna

Was in a strange mood a couple of days ago and decided to get a henna design in the palm of my hand. It was fun. I’ve never done anything to the palm of my hand before. This was a very interesting experience. There is a tendency to keep looking at my hand and examine […]

balancing conflict

Conflict typically arises because of two reasons. One, there is something we do not know about the object of our conflict. Or two, there is something we do not know about ourselves. We often think we have all the information we need and can ascertain the source of the conflict and without question deal with […]

the jar and the flame

[experimental prose] Indira didn’t like electric stoves. They had no character, no life. They were artificial and didn’t understand what food needed in order to cook well. Gas stoves were filled with a life she could barely explain. For her, starting a gas stove was somewhat of a ritual. It was like genuflecting to the […]

a moment in time

Last spring I almost died. That day not long ago was ordinary and nothing special was intended. My friend and I spent most of our spring days together being silly. We’d virtually lived outside, running, jumping, skating, skipping and darting in and out of half built houses. When the sun went down, we’d sit under […]

in the house of brothers

my father had three faces and a boiling pan where he hardened his sons into men before he fixed the roof my father had three faces and the head of a hammer where he pounded his sons into shape my brothers were not him at least the one their stomachs growled for his eyes they […]


heading east of the full moon sand dunes play upon me like violins i seek my lodestar persistent, digging finding something finding nothing finding the end of tomorrow twilight has left me alone with the moon it whispers to me i forgot why i’m here was it for lust was it for love was it […]

wishing on a star

Sometimes we are offered more things than we need. But we may still accept those things; maybe out of greed, selfishness or a need to be polite. It’s become so much a second nature reaction, that we will take it, even without thinking, not meaning any harm, or good. We rarely consider passing on what […]

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