As a young girl, I loved books deeply – from the pieces of it to its bounded forms - novels and magazines and to several other forms of printed literature, most of which I never read but had taken pleasure in arranging. Not particularly because I was intelligent, but because in many ways and for... Continue Reading →

Quarantine Solitude

Today, in a long timeI enjoyed the luxury of having nothing to doNo to-do lists, No stringent plans Just eat, sleep and self-talk Talking to myself is helpful,Succor and relievingA time to thaw out emotionally --- to me The “me” that will always run back to meThe “me” that is always patient with me This... Continue Reading →

Planted, Not Buried

Sometimes when you’re in a dark place, you think you’ve been buried, but you’ve actually been planted.” ~Christine Caine Amber Helt said: If you feel deprived of your creative outlet, don’t panic. Your creativity hasn’t died, it’s simply maturing in your subconscious. So the very first step to escaping the claustrophobic feeling of being buried... Continue Reading →

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