Thud, the little bird fell, the glass remained intact; the bird was stunned. He approached her filled with compassion, wrapped her in a warm, beige towel, held her close to his softly-beating heart. He stayed that way for a few minutes as she came to; alive. She squirmed, unaware of what was going on. He … Continue reading The Bird and her Guide
Minecraft Intrigues Me
Some conversation while walking in the national park in Penang yesterday: We see bamboo Rahul: Mum, in Minecraft it’s so easy to grow bamboo! Me, laughing: In real life too! R: You know there’s a new Minecraft, very expensive, that uses google maps and you can build wherever you go. Me: Really?! Wow, that’s amazing. … Continue reading Minecraft Intrigues Me
Roots
deeply grounded, intertwined, exposed, growing above and around one another strong, they prop us up support, note, in the knowing of that past accept, admire, step on, discover infinite potential, we are handed a permission slip to grow from them; some roots hundreds of years old some we find around … Continue reading Roots
My Extraordinary Life
Sitting on my own at breakfast this morning At one of the most fancy island beach resorts in the world, watching the light blues, purples, deep blues, even greens and reds of the ocean dotted with apparently harmless reef sharks and majestic sting rays; where coral are being replanted in the hope of reviving not … Continue reading My Extraordinary Life
Choosing Hope, Forgiveness, and Love : A Short Story About my Father
A myriad of thoughts and feelings came up during my most recent massage. My therapist dug into my lower back, the structural, supportive area around my sacrum where I have been feeling some aching pain. This time the memories that came up were about my father, second last born of 7 children. My thoughts went … Continue reading Choosing Hope, Forgiveness, and Love : A Short Story About my Father
When Hips Cry
The tears slip out of my eyes As she pokes deep into my psoas, Something is clearly not right My grandma comes to mind The one I have never met The one who left my mother broken-hearted Both my aunts as little girls A traumatic passing I groan and moan in pain, as I squirm, … Continue reading When Hips Cry
On Confidence
I always wondered what having confidence “really looked like”. As a teenager and younger woman people often considered me as confident; possibly because of the way I carry myself. In truth I rarely felt that about myself, perhaps for fleeting moments. Then a friend of mine in Chengdu once said about confidence - that it … Continue reading On Confidence
“No Shame”
When I mentioned that I would start reducing my medication to a friend of mine a few months ago, he said something that stuck with me and that is saving me today. He said, “Well done for being stable, for succeeding, for being past the worst of it. But remember, there’s no shame in going … Continue reading “No Shame”
We Live a Fragile Life
We live a fragile life. It takes extraordinary resilience and perseverance To make it, To be someone who is heard, Who is seen, And applauded. But what is it that sets us apart? What are we looking for, who are we trying to be? And why? We are desperately searching to be a hero, to … Continue reading We Live a Fragile Life
Dreams Can Come True
Maher and I met at university in Montreal when I was barely 19 years old. Understandably, (at least from my perspective;)) I wasn't too serious about the relationship and decided to keep it light, emotionally. A year after we were together Maher moved to Beirut where he started working. I insisted that I would stay … Continue reading Dreams Can Come True
Natasha Devalia 