by Prasanta | Sep 22, 2022 | Beauty, Nature, Quotes, Seasons
“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.” — John Muir You can listen to the quote here:
by Prasanta | Nov 23, 2021 | Beauty, Belonging, culture, Ethnicity, Gratefulness, Identity, Uncategorized
The leaves in fall.The smell of hot coffee,freshly baked bread,and cinnamon.Eyes that smile.Laughter.Fuzzy blankets.Dappled sunlight.Friendship.Good news.Flowers.Old trees.Grandmothers.Tea.Pecan pie.Music.Poetry.Brown skin.Brown eyes.Black hair.Your name.Your...
by Prasanta | Nov 1, 2019 | Beauty, Growth, Writing, writing journey
Abscission (noun)* the act of cutting off; sudden termination. Botany. the normal separation of flowers, fruit, and leaves from plants. The Tree From a place deep within itself, the autumn tree bursts forth in glorious color, and shows a different face of its...
by Prasanta | Dec 18, 2018 | Beauty, Christmas, creative nonfiction, Faith, Five Minute Friday, Hope, Journey, Nature, Pain, Purpose, soul, Stillness, Wonder, Writing, writing journey
Verb. Adverb. Noun. Adjective. Conjunction. This word “still”. I am here still. I am walking still. I am breathing still. I am thinking still. I am living still. Still the sun shines. Still she smiles. Be still. The leaves have fallen; still hope remains. In...
by Prasanta | Nov 7, 2018 | Beauty, Wordless Wednesday
by Prasanta | Oct 25, 2018 | Beauty, Change, Creation, flowers, Garden, God's Faithfulness, God's Word
All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall… …but the word of the Lord endures forever. 1 Peter 1:24-25 ...
by Prasanta | Oct 10, 2018 | Beauty, Garden, Summer, Wordless Wednesday
by Prasanta | Oct 8, 2018 | Beauty, Change, Garden, Photogrpahy, Photos, Poetry, poets
Autumn in the Garden by Henry Van Dyke When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves Over fallen leaves; Then my olden garden, where the golden soil Through the toil Of a hundred years is mellow, rich,...
by Prasanta | Oct 6, 2018 | Beauty, Poetry, trees
Senescent (adjective) growing old; aging. Cell Biology. (of a cell) no longer capable of dividing but still alive and metabolically active. As in: trees laughing leaves, dropping down on me, floating in the wind. I catch a handful of laughter, toss it back in the air....
by Prasanta | Oct 2, 2018 | Beauty, Poetry, poets
Besides the Autumn Poets Sing by Emily Dickinson Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze. A few incisive mornings, A few ascetic eves,— Gone Mr. Bryant’s golden-rod, And Mr. Thomson’s sheaves....
