A Kenyan Malaika, death, resurrection and life

It is Easter Sunday. In Pre-Viral times, the big stores employed a multitude of tempting stratagems which would have served as a reminder, as they usually did months in advance of any contemporary festival. The Easter Bunny on the fire truck yesterday also made it quite loud and clear, or this Sunday too would not…

A day during Lockdown; like all good days …

… I lie supine on the carpet, contemplating continuing the yogic corpse pose  for longer than twenty seven breaths and my beloved brings me my morning tea. Here comes the sun to a warm Saturday; I notice the tea has ginger. I am touched, he heard me cough a bit as I woke up that…

My hand in your hand – Love during Lockdown

It feels quaint and surreal, holding hands in these times of probable viral transmission. But Spring is here and Octave Noire sings of the times of Cherries, for which it is not quite the time yet. My hand in your hand, from the Sun to the heart… the beautiful ones will have madness in mind……