No Dream Too Small

Once, I dreamt.

Once, we dreamt of nobility.Ask any child. He will tell you he wants to be a policeman. A firefighter. A doctor. And she will tell you she wants to be a teacher. A ballerina. An artist.Once, we dreamt ... Read More about Once, I dreamt.

Remnants of Beauty.

depression & anorexia, prayer & encouragement, Recovery, reflections

They are all ugly. And worse, they take forever to fade away. Sometimes they itch even, and grow to become grotesque, infiltrating tentacles which dig deep into skin. Most of us hide them-underneath ... Read More about Remnants of Beauty.

Swatch.

Kitesong, nepal, prayer & encouragement, Recovery

We've done all sorts of things to it. Used it, saved it, ruminated on it, even tried to conquer it, buy it, tell it. Yet, after all these years, we've never succeeded in our relentless conquest. At ... Read More about Swatch.

Waiting Room.

Kitesong, nepal, prayer & encouragement, Recovery, tasting the rainbow

Being a Big Sister to the little children at Sunday School has been one of the most phenomenal experiences. Though it takes another early wake-up call on what should perhaps be a sunday sleep-in, the ... Read More about Waiting Room.

Final Destination.

doctoring, Kitesong, nepal, prayer & encouragement, Recovery

Hot, tight and smoggy, one easily feels like a green bean being rattled silly within a hard metal shaker, fried to a smoky crisp on a hot summer's day. It's a large country, and a ride easily takes ... Read More about Final Destination.

North-bound Compass. (edited)

Friends, prayer & encouragement, reflections

When I was little, I remember my parents taking me out often. But because I couldn't sit still and had the attention span of a chipmunk on steroids, running about like a mad roadrunner to the ... Read More about North-bound Compass. (edited)

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