Each day the fishermen set off to the river in search of their daily bread. It took longer and longer, and they had to go further and further for reasonable catch.
Over recent years the harvest has dwindled as the flow of the Nguru was interrupted in unnatural ways and the villagers were unhappy.
The river had many tales to tell. Once it flows past, it never came back that way again, but continued on its journey through the winding villages out to the sea.
The big companies had come with their massive artillery.
They were searching for the gems of ancient days that they believed were hidden in watery coves.
They soiled the water and killed the living things that called Nguru their home.
Simbata the River Goddess is in a rage.
They have turned her domain into a place of greed, avarice and destruction.
She planned to flow over the banks, through the tributaries and into the house’s.
Encounter Element shares a post that i think we all need to read. A snippet of her words ‘Throughout our lives we will leave a little bit of ourselves with everyone we encounter on our journey. At the end of this lifetime it will not matter whether we became famous or rich. It won’t matter how much education we achieved. It won’t matter if we lived in the “right” neighborhood, who we may have married or what we did for a living. The only two things that will matter is what did we learn and what was it that we left behind.’
A little teacup Beautiful Jennifer is one of my fave poets in this space. Her words are always flavourful and no matter how short the prose, it always packs a good oomph about it.
Just me please The fantastic pictures on this travel blog will keep you looking for days. Chock-full of travel tips, budgets and all.
Life of an El Paso woman A lovely eclectic blog of filled with vibrancy of music, people and places, social issues, Hispanic culture and much more. You’ve got to step in and find out yourself.
A happy day Roaming Urban Gypsy and her brother takes us on a visit to the Brooklyn museum. Say hello.
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Bowed down, she sobbed in pain as his words cut through her heart and ripped it into little bits.
I am sorry, but it’s over he said.
Was it something I did she asked brokenly.
No, it’s not you. It’s just that I need some space to sort out stuff and I am just not feeling it anymore. He chose the location because he knew that she did not like confrontation and he wanted a quick way out.
The anger surged in her like a fiery ball of fire. All the wasted years of empty promises and he now decides he’s not feeling it. Well, it’s not going to be a quick sprint in the park. She rose like a maddened Tigress, picked up the vase on the table and emptied it’s watery content over his head. She gave him a resounding thwack with her bag and marched off in fury.
The Whimsical and Wandering Soul borrowing this snippet from her exquisite write up You and Eye ‘And so we speak with the movement of our eyelashes; our mellowed visions dancing to the symphony of love. And when it ends, I see a translucent drop about to fall from your orbs- and I just wait patiently to be the one who catches that molten pearl,’ .…it’s a pleasurable read 🙂
Shift happens from Luanne In her words: ‘So, how does one find clarity regarding life choices amidst all this change? Do we find it by doing the same things, in the same places, with the same people? Or, is it more likely that we’ll find it by making some changes? And why is change so hard?’ A good personal read.
Finding solitude in this bee-hive of a city, is literally akin to finding a needle in a haystack or seeing a camel trying to squeeze it’s hoof through the eye of the needle.
Well, that was my thought initially, until I started looking through thousands of photos and luckily found a few pictures that depicted solitude for today’s Photo 101 theme ‘solitude.’
I wasn’t sure that I would catch any solitary looking people today, especially with the particularly gray looking weather that we have, so I dug into my photos and found some reasonable offering.
Solitude is also not when one is all by himself, but equally a state of the mind.
A person can be in a crowd and yet feel all alone.
We are called for far more than the cycle of drudgery, especially those who have been able to identify what their passion is.
Our thriving is all dependent on how far reaching we are willing to exercise our minds.
Are you willing to settle for mediocrity, or are you willing to push the bars and boundaries of mediocre and aim higher?
It’s tasking to think outside the box. It’s far easier to settle and survive.
We all are not going to become the owner of Fortune 500 companies, but in that which you are doing, are you willing to step up to the plate and beyond?
Well, it’s for you to decide if you’ve been called to survive or to thrive?
As a matter of urgency,
It’s up to us to teach our progeny
The value of empathy.
It’s up to us to leave a legacy
That will help mold their destiny
To create good sense of well-being and identity
In an environment filled with harmony
We teach our children fair sense of equity
For them to stand as upright entities
Living in Truth, Love, Honour, Faith, Hope and Integrity.
The Whimsical and Wandering Soul borrowing this snippet from her exquisite write up You and Eye ‘And so we speak with the movement of our eyelashes; our mellowed visions dancing to the symphony of love. And when it ends, I see a translucent drop about to fall from your orbs- and I just wait patiently to be the one who catches that molten pearl,’ .…it’s a pleasurable read 🙂
Shift happens from Luanne In her words: ‘So, how does one find clarity regarding life choices amidst all this change? Do we find it by doing the same things, in the same places, with the same people? Or, is it more likely that we’ll find it by making some changes? And why is change so hard?’ A good personal read.
Amanpan my lovely friend and fabulous support in this space. Her numerous words give me and so many others delight, and I can assure you that time spent while she brews and spews is worthwhile 🙂
Deborah‘s worthy tribute to late Pat Conroy. Deborah is a new friend of mine. Do go over and say hello.
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On Thursday’s, I share pictures about ‘Echos of my Neighbourhood.
I would like to invite you to participate. The challenge is quite simple.
Every Thursday, share a photo of bits and pieces of wherever you are at any point in time. It could be houses, backgrounds of your neighbourhood, activities and so forth and you can tag it Echos of my Neighbourhood, add my link to your post so that I will get the ping from your post.
Every other Thursday, I will publish a post with the links of all those who participated the previous week.
This is just a fun way of getting to see more of the World around us through your eyes, since we cannot all be at those places, we can at least see them through you.
In the air-conditioned bus stop shelter
Rushing to the train
Watching feet on train
Buying men stuff for dear Himself. He’s not fond of shopping.
Statue of ancient astrologers
A lounging Goddess
Depiction of ancient Egyptian art at Wafi
Inside Oud Metha
A lazy evening of eating Shawarma. No kitchen duty tonight 🙂
The gleam of the glinting Lamborghini had me looking for my glasses.
Artifact store
Nosing about in an artifact shop.
Sorting out my phone at Du
Some part of Bur
The pictures above are taken from here and there. During the course of a week, I take pictures as I go along sorting each day’s issues.
When I am going out by myself, I prefer to leave the ease of driving myself and opt to take a train, bus or taxi depending on. The first two are my first options.
In a good number of areas, the bus stops have a pair of shelter, one for women and children and a separate one for menfolk. Due to the heat which can be unbelievable at times, they are air-conditioned and well maintained.
If you want to get to know a city, to meander free and get to know it’s people, get a map and use public transport.
It free’s your eyes to stare, snap and interact.
When I drive, half of the time, my eyes are glued to the GPS screen trying not to miss a vital turn.
Today’s theme for Photo 101 is bliss. Well, it falls in rather nicely today. Yesterday it rained ceaselessly that the school sent a mail of no school today, so yours truly started having bliss from last night at the thought that I don’t have to jump up at 4:30 in the morning. Yours truly lounged in bed. Now that is bliss 🙂
My source of bliss are derived from the simple satisfaction that I can find in the daily life around me.
I make a conscious effort to cultivate a heightened sense of contentment and each source depends totally on my frame of mind.
Something as little as seeing a happy dog, gives me a sense of joy.
Below are some things that signify bliss for me.
Putting up my feet on a lazy weekend and indulging in a good read with some nibbles.
Listening to my music and stealing in some wiggles.
A lazy day at the beach.
Eating out with my lovelies. We get to spend time chit-chatting and I get an off day from the kitchen.
Walk in nature and emptying my thoughts. Sometimes, I use that time to pray as well.
Just sitting and watch children play freely gives me joy.
Getting a pedicure with foot massage. Ah!
The sauna helps to work out the kinks in those bunched muscles. Toss in a good professional massage and I am in happy land 🙂
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