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 | Nov 26, 2015 | Poetry, Thankfulness, Uncategorized
The Peace of Wild Things By Wendell Berry When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great...
by Prasanta | May 16, 2011 | One Thousand Gifts, Spring, Thankfulness
Heavy winds of late are whipping tree limbs and pushing grass down, and the cold air feels more like fall than spring. When outdoors, I bend my head low to shield my face. I’m glad that certain delicate flowers are late in blooming, otherwise they’d have...
