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The Parish: Precious Lies
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All things sacred to me. Tuesday, August 7, 2007. Precious kept repeating her lie to herself. Twice on waking up and thrice after each meal. Soon Precious’ lie became the truth. The sonorous lie made life beautiful. Bearable. The lies had their own melody. Soon, it was on her friends lips. Precious soon forgot that the truth will come out. Precious please stop singing your song. Haven't commented on ur blog for a while, thought I must do so . Anyways Lies however precious it may be does not live for long!
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The Parish: February 2007
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All things sacred to me. Thursday, February 22, 2007. Enlightenment On The 13th Floor. I live on the thirteenth floor. Yes, THE 13Th floor. My apartment complex is all of 14 floors. Effectively I am at the top of the world. (That’s the view from my window! When I look out of the window, late at night, I feel like the king of the world. Or the "Old Man" up there. To be closer home to my heart, I feel like Luke Skywalker. Sometimes it gets very lonely at the top. Literally. Not metaphorically. Another iron...
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The Parish: Nothing Like Mother
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All things sacred to me. Saturday, August 4, 2007. As I started my evening walk in the park, I found a little puppy following me. The poor thing was quite a sight as it kept trying to keep pace with my brisk rhythm. Its head was a bit too heavy for its tiny weak neck, constantly falling to the jogging track and tripping the rest of its clumsy little frame. Clumsy. Hmmmm clumsy…. Clumsy! A good name for this little pup. And it kind of made sense too. September 30, 2007 at 7:31 AM. The Spaces Between Us.
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The Parish: August 2007
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All things sacred to me. Tuesday, August 7, 2007. Precious kept repeating her lie to herself. Twice on waking up and thrice after each meal. Soon Precious’ lie became the truth. The sonorous lie made life beautiful. Bearable. The lies had their own melody. Soon, it was on her friends lips. Precious soon forgot that the truth will come out. Precious please stop singing your song. Links to this post. Saturday, August 4, 2007. A good name for this little pup. As I walked on I tried to understand Clumsy̵...
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Through Me... Through My Eyes & Words...: February 2012
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Through Me. Through My Eyes and Words. Wednesday, February 22, 2012. On this land, there is that what's worth living for. Mahmoud Darwish. This poem is so beautiful. Its what it is. We all have this around us, the beauty, the love, the compassion and it all. We need to take the time of day and acknowledge, appreciate, cherish, love and be happy with what all we have around. This beautiful world and life we have of our own. On this land, there is that what's worth living for. There’s on this land,. Recent...
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Through Me... Through My Eyes & Words...: Change, the need to embrace it with love.
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Through Me. Through My Eyes and Words. Sunday, August 11, 2013. Change, the need to embrace it with love. Looking inward is just the start. It is the beginning to a world of possibilities. If we want it to be. Technically, there is no right and wrong, there is no black and white. but we need to find our own path and have our own sense of love, compassion, direction and it all. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). All my views are mine/personal! Must state that these days! View my complete profile.
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Through Me... Through My Eyes & Words...: Purpose
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Through Me. Through My Eyes and Words. Wednesday, June 5, 2013. All that I want in life. my life. my families lives. and as a family together. and for my family one day. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Dreamer A Diver An Artist A Jeweller A Piscean A foodie (with a solid sweet tooth) All about my family and loved ones BLESSED and GRATEFUL! All my views are mine/personal! Must state that these days! View my complete profile. Some of the things that make me. Me. The Wise and The Otherwise.
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Through Me... Through My Eyes & Words...: Saying something
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Through Me. Through My Eyes and Words. Wednesday, June 5, 2013. You won my heart,. With the silliest of things. You made me fall in love,. With the simplest of things. It feels like you are a part of me,. Trying to show me a little bit of me. It is always about the little things,. And you get that about me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Dreamer A Diver An Artist A Jeweller A Piscean A foodie (with a solid sweet tooth) All about my family and loved ones BLESSED and GRATEFUL!
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Through Me... Through My Eyes & Words...: June 2013
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Through Me. Through My Eyes and Words. Thursday, June 6, 2013. Some of the things that make me. Me. I might not be someone's first choice,. But I am a great choice. I may not be rich,. But I am valuable. I don't pretend to be someone I'm not,. Because I'm good at being me. I wear my heart on my sleeve and love like I'll never be hurt,. But I'm fearless and willing to do that. I might not be proud of some of the things I've done in the past,. But I'm proud of who I am today. I may be emotional at times,.
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Through Me... Through My Eyes & Words...: I feel...
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Through Me. Through My Eyes and Words. Wednesday, June 17, 2015. For once in my life…. 8230; I leave worry behind. 8230; I truly go with the flow. 8230; I’m not scared. 8230; I don’t worry about tomorrow. 8230; I know something is going right. 8230; I feel needed. 8230; I know I’m missed. 8230; I know the meaning of aching for someone. 8230; I feel taken care of. 8230; I feel thought of. 8230; I feel alive. 8230; I feel. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). All my views are mine/personal!