Wheelchairs cruising along dim hallways,the heels of white-cloaked saintsclicking with each deliberate step,carrying trays of food and medicine. A wailing newborn cry echoes among tilesborn into a world of chaos,sorrow, joy, and summer nightswithin the spectrum of life. A weary individual waits in a crowded room,He hopes heaven will answer his prayers,begging and pleading with ...

It is a challenge for patients in the hospital to connect with loved ones outside. When there is a sibling at home, the challenge is twofold. As a nurse with ten years of experience in the pediatric intensive care unit, I often see parents wanting to bring siblings to visit. Sometimes visits are feasible, other ...

The apartment I was born in was off a dead-end street in Queens, New York. My parents referred to the street as “The Magic Street”. It gained its magic because of the lack of speeding cars coming in and out. The light traffic gave my parents peace of mind when we were outside. I felt ...

The young woman traced her fingers over the two reels and slid the cartridge that contained her fabricated image into the mouth of The Memory Box. It was half past ten o’clock on a Saturday morning. There was plenty of time before the post arrived. She cleared her throat and switched the recording device on. ...

I see myself in you,but I’m not you. You’re magic,Awesome,Fragile,like me,but you’re not me. You’re indestructible. I’m indestructiblein a different way,because we’re unique. I see myself in you,becausewe’re both human,but our sensations,motionsand choicesdiffer. Instead ofjudgingand trying tomodifyyou,I’ll study your actionslike a stunning enigma,and see your beauty. I’m blessedto bewith you.

The radiance on his face shows all. His folded hands say all. He won all negotiations with the One. While alive, he meditated and repeated His name ad nauseam. He entered the One’s universe on his own terms. He merged with One, for the world to see. The world he leaves behind still does not ...

Take a look around youDo you see the hidden secrets?The whispers on the wind? The loneliness in the dusk? All around usThese are the signs that we cannot seeThe subtle way the world shiftsAlerting us to its woes Each moment is tinyThe size of a grain of sandYet, each so impactfulAs to change the course ...

Where to start?When there is no beginningThe judges guns remain loadedBut there is no-one on the causeway Why is the coldest mountainIn the middle of the desert?How to climb the lowest alps?Below the deepest oceanHow to soar and fly?Without wings in a vacant skyCan the old river be paddled?After the bath runs dry Where to ...

Everyone has a week where things didn’t exactly go as planned. This can be extremely frustrating for any number of reasons. Last week, I planned to finish a book that I was given to beta read, and I couldn’t touch it at all because I was so tired. This week I’m making good progress, and ...

Two women share the same space. One young, the other old. One from this generation. One from another. Bowl of uncooked long grain rice in bride’s supple hands, Mom-in-law stands behind blossoming spotless shoulders, to inspect the rise of rice. Rubbing starch off rice with benign fingers, she plays, admiring her youthful face rising to ...