Certificate of Appreciation – SDIG
I’m honored to have received this Certificate of Appreciation from SDIG in recognition of my contribution to their mission. This acknowledgment means a great deal to me, reflecting the shared […]
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The Secrets of Karma. Do you know how to be sublimely happy?
Karma is the epitome of human hope, which we always have in our peripheral vision as we create our lives moment by moment. The choice is ours as we are our creators: we can choose to generate grace or disgrace. But it is strange, an anomaly, that those who have accumulated so much disgrace are in the majority, and those who create only grace are in the minority.
Neptune and Venus.How did we find ourselves in Querencia?
Chatting online? This is something that honestly bores me because it’s so superficial. The very name of this fashionable activity irks me: ‘chat’ in its original medieval meaning is ‘idle gossip’ (chateren). Interestingly, in Hindi chatt means parasite and soldiers in the Napoleonic wars referred to lice as chats. A World War II hero, my father often used ‘chatty’ to mean itchy or time for a bath.
Would you like to rise above cinematic darkness? Jane Austen’s Mansfield Park
What is it that gives me such hope about British films? After watching endless protracted dramas and crime films made in the US, one becomes jaded, almost immune
Did you know that only a delicate veil separates us from the glorious invisible world?
One day, a handsome young man with a perfect look in his eye walked into the village. He was sober and quiet, a weaver by trade. He knew the sandy pathways with his eyes closed, backward and forwards, upwards and downwards. He had spent many hours on the crags, breathing in the air of the gods and collecting the beautiful flowers and herbs to take to his close friends.
Final Rescue of Earth and its City People: Seer Gina’s Custodian Debut
Seer Gina prepares to talk to her crowding followers. She sits in front of a crystal mirror flooded with light. Naked, her nipples large and erect, her skin bathed and massaged a million times by trained young men who uphold and protect her. They brought her back from Ninija’s Lands to Word-Fella’s City when her training was complete to finally deal with the destruction of Earth and all His creatures and landforms.
First Evening
It was the first evening of our isolation under the thick snow blanket. It transformed the terrace outside the French doors; plant pots quickly topped with dazzling sponge hats. The log basket was packed, and each of the hand-cut logs was carefully measured to fit the stove mouth. Flames drummed out the sumptuous heat of this land filled with fire, an element in short supply in my native damp England.
Telephone Box
Once, there was a mother, Ninija, who had a baby boy called Bijada, Emu child. Only much later, when he grew and sprouted hair, did he take the name ‘ginger’ because of his crinkly ginger-coloured hair.
Father’s Viking Tower
The meal was filling, delicious, diversionary.
You ‘watched us eat’ and ‘it got later,’
both baubles of the child Time, and his playmate Space,
but I was still not sure you wanted such a ceremony,
until the moment with the fire in the water.
River Daughter
I remember the day we died together on the green river in every single detail. It is not a memory or a dream, but a repeated reality. I turn away to repeat it like a mantra when everything in this war seems so hopeless.