Gratitude is never easy. In good times or bad.When life is tough, it feels impossible — how am I supposed to be grateful for looming debts? Or for the mass riots happening right now? Yet when life is good, I just as easily forget. I forget that what I enjoy is fleeting, a small spark … Continue reading Sparks
rain
No mud No lotus
In the height of my worries tonight, that simple reminder came to me again: no mud, no lotus.This city has been baked in summer heat for nearly two weeks. Then suddenly—tonight—the rain came. Heavy rain. Not for long, but just enough. The smell of grass and trees rose up like a song, and I couldn’t … Continue reading No mud No lotus
Tea, always.
A slow afternoon. It’s raining.A romantic drizzle, a cool breeze. It’s daydream-perfect. The mug can be refilled as many times as I like. I’m sitting on the porch. The neighborhood is quiet, prayers from the nearby mosques fill the wet air. There’s magic in the rain—or so I believe. I made a new friend today, … Continue reading Tea, always.
Un-busy
Interesting.... It's not easy to un-busy myself. I woke up this morning and was thinking: should I run or should I just do exercise at home or should I meditate? Or...should I get out of the room, make the hot water and have a hot cup of my fave black tea and sit quietly while … Continue reading Un-busy
Bluebellvine
Look around you and write something that you notice Donna Ashworth It's raining hard this evening, there's a bluebellvine plant in the front yard, its vivid blue flowers stay intact under the rain. The vines are leaning to a mango tree so they look like two friends leaning shoulder to shoulder. I wonder what their … Continue reading Bluebellvine
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