by Prasanta | May 31, 2017 | Summer, Treasures, Walking, Writing
“Caminar es atesorar” “To walk is to gather treasure” – Spanish Proverb What treasures have you gathered today? * *
by Prasanta | May 30, 2017 | Spring, Summer, Uncategorized, Writing
I was awake early enough to hear the first birdsong of the day. I looked out the window in the moments between night and dawn, into a silver blue mist floating in the almost-darkness. I am continuously amazed that green grass and flowers do grow after winter. I...
by Prasanta | May 23, 2017 | flowers, Gospel, Growth, Journey, Pain, Path, Poetry, Purpose, Seasons, Spring
As blades shoot upward Break through the dirt It can hurt, you know Perhaps they are Oblivious to pain Or perhaps they endure This birth This purpose This emergence This existence For simply A few sunrises A few sunsets And some rain and sun In the in-between When...
by Prasanta | May 20, 2017 | Change, Journey, Life, Seasons, Thankfulness
Should it be ice-cold and windy in May? I heard a lone, sustained shriek ripping through the dark late one evening. That certainly didn’t feel quiet and unobtrusive, like this: My busiest week in May is still going on. Her sophomore year of college has...
by Prasanta | May 14, 2017 | Beauty, Creation, flowers, God's Faithfulness, scripture, Seasons, Spring
Beautiful and soft breezes abounded yesterday, and there was no other choice but to be outdoors wrapped in those very warm wafts of mild air. I pulled out dozens of alien beasts (invasive weeds) from the flower garden in the front yard. Some strange sort of plant that...
by Prasanta | May 12, 2017 | Life, music, Poetry
I used to have two blogs. My other blog was strictly a poetry blog: all poetry, all the time. About 5-6 years ago, I was actively participating in weekly poetry prompt link-ups and another creative writing type of prompt website. Each week (or multiple days a week), a...
by Prasanta | May 9, 2017 | Friendship, Prayer
I had a best friend once, when I was in 6th grade. Since then, I really can’t say, “such-and-such was (or is) my best friend.” I would like to know how it feels to have that kind of special status… someone who knows you and loves you...
by Prasanta | May 8, 2017 | Poetry, Prayer
I spent the past 5 days in a rural part of Illinois at a speech and debate tournament. The location of the tournament was a church in the middle of farmland and windmills. It seemed out of place, as if its location was a mistake, a building dropped right in the middle...
by Prasanta | May 3, 2017 | Uncategorized
Last week, something struck me and hit me a bit hard, and I was just working through some things- and of course social media looked empty, dismal, and unimportant (and much of it is), but I was not interested in any of it. And of course, other things...
by Prasanta | May 2, 2017 | music, Piano Music
I heard a song the other day at my son’s piano recital called “River Flows in You”, and fell in love with it. Apparently, the song has been around since 2001, but I just noticed it. (Where have I been? I think I did hear it on one of the Pandora...
