by Prasanta | Nov 17, 2017 | Poetry, Purpose, Quotes, Writing
West Wind #2 You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without any doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me. Lift the oars from the water,...
by Prasanta | Nov 14, 2017 | Photos, Poetry, Quotes
“November–with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes–days...
by Prasanta | Nov 10, 2017 | Journey, Memoir, Story, Writing
“He won’t be with us much longer, ” she says. I haven’t seen her in a few years. I am headed to a writer’s retreat, which she was also planning to attend. At the last minute, she calls to tell me she is unable to attend. *** I head...
by Prasanta | Nov 8, 2017 | Faithfulness, Journey, Memoir, Memories, Quotes, Stories about home, Story, Writing
“It is clear we must embrace struggle. Every living thing conforms to it. Everything in nature grows and struggles in its own way, establishing its own identity, insisting on it at all cost, against all resistance. We can be sure of very little, but the need to court...
by Prasanta | Nov 6, 2017 | Beauty, Quotes
“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.” -William Cullen Bryant “Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” -George Eliot...
by Prasanta | Nov 1, 2017 | 31 Days, Art, write31
These are my final posts for Inktober. The drawing for “Deep”: I drew this last week but didn’t get around to posting it. Here is what I was thinking when I chose a water jug for the word “deep”. but whoever drinks of the water...
