by Prasanta | Dec 31, 2019 | Hope, Poetry, Purpose, Redemption
On New Years Eve, people all over the world celebrate the dawn and hope of a new beginning. One never knows what lies ahead, at the cusp of a new year. One thing is certain: there will be both joys and sorrows. I could never have predicted the year I have had. 2019...
by Prasanta | Jan 13, 2019 | Future, Photogrpahy, Photos, Quotes
I’m living just as the century ends. A great leaf, that God and you and I have covered with writing turns now, overhead, in strange hands. We feel the sweep of it like a wind. We see the brightness of a new page where everything yet can happen. — Rainer...
by Prasanta | Jan 6, 2019 | Community, Friend, Friendship, Fun, Intentional Living, Intentionality, Laughter, Uncategorized
A few days ago, I wrote about one area of particular focus for me in 2019, which was friendship. You can read those thoughts and that post here. I mentioned I would write about another theme for 2019; hence this is part two of that. The other area of focus that I...
by Prasanta | Jan 2, 2019 | Community, Friend, Friendship, Intentionality, Relationships, Uncategorized
Some people have a “word” that characterizes their focus for the upcoming year. I do not have a single word. I have never really had a single word. Maybe one day, I will. So far, I have found it difficult to narrow down to a single word, no matter how much...
by Prasanta | Dec 31, 2018 | Poetry
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the...
by Prasanta | Jan 1, 2018 | Photos, Quotes, Words
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.” — T.S. Eliot //...
by Prasanta | Dec 31, 2016 | Poetry
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false,...
by Prasanta | Jan 3, 2015 | Poetry
A New Year’s Poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across...
by Prasanta | Jan 8, 2014 | Uncategorized
I can see it right away, on day one of the New Year. My plans and goals are still hanging on the tree. I know I’m not going to make them happen today, or even tomorrow. It’s a week later now, and I’m no closer, hanging onto the laziness of the holiday as if it’s my...
