Dearest Me, I know that you don’t know me, not yet. You can’t conceive of a you that has a career, a fiancé, pays bills and drives a car. You don’t know that my favorite food is Indian, or that I drink Merlot like water. But I’m here; I exist out in the world. And …
Familiar excuses skulk uninvited into my thoughts: ‘I’m totally exhausted.’ ‘I won’t get home until so late.’ ‘One week off won’t make a difference anyway.’ Lethargy assaults my limbs, bringing me close to tears at the thought of the gruelling 1.5 hours of class ahead. I tap away at my keyboard, ignoring the enticement of home. …
I wake with the light as it dances delicately through the thatched roof onto my face. The morning air pervades our hut invitingly and I long to throw back my blanket to feel the fresh sea breeze on my skin. I am hot and feverish from the nightmares that trouble my sleep. In them, you …
You can find my original article published here on elephant journal. My power is not diminished by the tears that cascade tenderly down my gentle face, sweeping over savannas of freckles and the treasure map of scars, to caress my waiting lips with their soothing holy water. The waterfall of my pain does not weaken me, …
This love is smoldering eyes Burning fiercely into mine. Navigating my pale-blue sentries, Half-closed against the world. A smile playing on soft lips Tells me all I need to know, It welcomes the mischief that dances behind my curving lashes. This love understands my curiosity: childlike, innocent, free, Appreciates my reverence for nature’s splendor. It wipes …
The sounds of summer drift lazily over our back fence like smoke. Children laugh and splash in paddling pools, squealing, cold water on hot skin, lawns flooded, warm mud squelching between small toes. A lawnmower hums bee-like in the distance, and the smell of fresh cut grass hangs in the hazy air. I breathe …
‘One photo madam, just one photo.’ Another day in India. This particular morning finds me at the Taj Mahal, enthralled in the splendour of the marble dome shimmering gently in the reflecting pool. The heat pursues me relentlessly as I shade my eyes against the cloudless sky. I feel peaceful here. No one knows …
The dark clouds of misery suffocate me. They suck the colour from my life, banish the light. It feels like I am losing the essence of who I am inside; that I will never be happy again. I wrestle with urge to give up and let despair take me. Surrender to the agony of …
She sits alone with pain and listens to her heart song. Its echoes in her soul, subdued these days, unused to being heard over the din of her ordinary life. It speaks of brilliant waterfalls that splash turquoise-hued rainbows over the world and make it new again. It tells of enchanted forests, where life flourishes, …