Sabr – Perseverance: #WordlessWednesday #WednesdayWisdom
Sabr (Arabic: صَبْرٌ, Perseverance or Persistence) These Bitter gourds (called karela in Hindi) were harvested on Monday morning. The planet continues to reels from the aftermath of the ongoing pandemic. While natures shows us how to constantly endure and bear the fruits of patience. The 12 year-old called these bitter gourds, Mango Karelas as they are actually shaped like raw mangoes. Ha! Ha! This little creeper endured a few storms, and now providing us its fruits of sabr/perseverance. Bitter,…
I’ll be away on a healing break…
Taking a break from blogosphere. But #WordlessWednesday will continue to go live 2nd and 4th Wednesday.
A Brush with the Bottle Brush: #ThursdayTreeLove
A spring morning spent reviving memories and making memories by a Bottle Brush tree.
Law of the Jungle | African Adventures : #WordlessWednesday #WednesdayWisdom
“Now this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. ― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book
Women’s Day, Every Day: #WordlessWednesday #WednesdayWisdom
“I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.” Frida Kahlo Women’s Day Every Day, yes!
48 Things I’m Grateful For: #MondayBlogs
“The more grateful I am, the more beauty I see.” – Mary Davis
On a Silent Trail: #WordlessWednesday #WednesdayWisdom
On a Silent Trail: The Sanctuary Kenneth & Dorothy Stiffle “Non fatuum huc persecutus ignem” Latin translation : “it is no will-o’-the-wisp that I have followed here.”
Women Honouring Women on Janmashtami: #WordlessWednesday #WednesdayWisdom
“Make your self-care wish list fitting for you and act on your wishes often in your new day.” – Jacqueline Pirtle, 365 Days of Happiness
Paint My Love: #FridayFictioneers #FridayFotoFiction
Moira has stationed herself seductively on the chaise. The air hinges on love and smokes. It’s his first time. He won’t do anyone but her. Love’s true calling, as they say. “Paint my Love” plays in the background. She is no Mona Lisa, and he no Da Vinci. But the easel and paints are ready. “Hun, those lips; curve them into that sensuous smile, please.” The door swings open. It’s Uncle Fred and his hyperactive Cocker, Asher….