by Prasanta | Nov 21, 2019 | Community, Friendship, Memories, Thankfulness
Gently the dark comes down over the wild, fair places, The whispering glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces; Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming, We turn to the dearest of the paths where the star of the homelight is gleaming....
by Prasanta | Nov 14, 2018 | Community, Encouragement, Family, Friendship, Gifts, Growing up the South, Identity, Immigrant Stories, Life, Loss, Memories, Stories about home, Thankfulness, Uncategorized
Gently the dark comes down over the wild, fair places, The whispering glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces; Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming, We turn to the dearest of the paths where the star of the homelight is gleaming....
by Prasanta | May 15, 2018 | God's love, Journey, Memories, Mothers, Prayer, Purpose, Story, Thankfulness
A few days ago I participated in a prompt on Twitter called “storytweeting”. The theme was “breath”. I shared a story, and it ended up a bit long… as in 18-20 tweets long. Wowza. The word count was almost 800 when I added up the words in...
by Prasanta | May 8, 2018 | Memories, Poetry, Travel
When I was in college, I spent a semester in London and had the wonderful opportunity to visit the beautiful Lake District area one weekend. Five of us traveled there, stayed in a charming bed and breakfast with a gorgeous view of sheep dotting the hillsides...
by Prasanta | Apr 25, 2018 | Children, Daughter, Growing up the South, Memories, Poetry, Spring, Uncategorized
April is National Poetry Month. As I’ve mentioned here before, however, every month is poetry month for me. 🙂 To celebrate these last few days in April, National Poetry Month, and the first signs of spring, I will post some poetry (some by others, some of...
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 | Apr 18, 2017 | Home, Homesick, Memoir, Memories, Spring, trees
The trees are already dressed in early spring shades of green. The skies are a clear, bright blue, the sun is shining golden. The weather is perfect; warm but not too warm, with the brush of gentle breezes. Spring is awake and alive in mid-April in the deep...
by Prasanta | Jul 16, 2013 | Family, Memories, Summer, Travel
What do Lake Michigan, Lake Ontario, the Empire State Building, the Blue Ridge Parkway and Alabama blueberries have in common? They are all part of a long vacation away from home, connected by the highways we are traveling this July. We begin our driving journey on...
by Prasanta | Sep 10, 2011 | Loss, Memories
A dark shadow consumes all in its wake It cannot give what it doesn’t have Nothing gives nothing blackness gives no light Hate, a wrangled tree with the fruit of violence, cannot give sweet fruit of kindness, grace A shadow drapes over the innocent and aware a nation...
by Prasanta | Jul 4, 2011 | Home, Memories, One Thousand Gifts, Past, Purpose, Thankfulness, Time, Treasures
Are you grabbing the tails of flying kites, like dreams, and letting them fly you, busting open sorrowful seams? Days whiz past us and are we too busy to see the gifts and dreams God’s already given to you and to me? It’s one reason I stop, count, and slow...
