My first story

September 11, 2021

Well… I was there, sitting on the couch, watching the twin towers torn apart and crumbling down its tall history!

A small Prayer

So, join me in taking a moment to say a prayer for those who were inspired to start a new life and inspired million others in some way or the other.

Tall or short, history is a journey of a story to be told and share the essence of the experience, true to its content.

Sharing opens the door to experience giving and allows another to experience receiving.

Over the years of a beautiful journey by a beautiful soul, somewhere in the rumble and rubble, arose a gentle voice in kindness, compassion, wisdom and understanding.

When one finds oneself experiencing a story through what one may see, hear, smell or touch, it also naturally and spontaneously inspires one to think, reflect and make a choice… a different choice… a different voice that has started to make a different sound!

The journey has begun for this story… One starts to feel the need to rise up from the dismantled rubble and scattered brain and choose to see new, hear new, smell new and touch new!

In this case, one chose to say a prayer amidst complete awareness of the disruption caused and the stressful consequences that the experience has unveiled.

It makes you think, how big of a problem was mine and whatever I was self-loathing about… right before I saw the towers collapse.

Think… in the space…

It is The Work…

Let’s begin… NOW…

If you have graciously and consciously followed me here, I say (give) and you hear (receive)…

A mother to a daughter

A sister to a woman

A friend to a stranger

All in one

I see

Beauty in your eyes and

Grace in your smile

Thank you

Migrated Indians

Now, join me through the journey of the above beautiful words that manifested in the space between my misery and the world’s chastisement.

Yes, I am a woman, happily embarking on my 47th year of my life’s glorious journey…

And yes, these words (a little modified) may totally touch a man, a father, a brother and a son…

We were homeless, loveless, lifeless and moneyless…

How we got there is…

Another story for another time…

We had just moved into a motel owned by migrated Indians. It was situated in a very interesting area in the middle of nowhere in Vallejo, CA, although, we bumped into several churches and miraculously even experienced one.

The lady who ran around doing errands and pretty much ran the place, whom at that time I believed to be the owner’s wife, caught my attention as I was exploring the new place, our temporary home, with my son.

My eyes lit up and my big mouthed smile spontaneously invited myself to socialize with the Indian lady who was working tirelessly behind the scenes to maintain a beautiful garden around the motel.

Yes, I am an Indian woman…very Indian!

She was nowhere near even saying “Hi” to me!

Tears rolled down my eyes as I failed to feed my starving soul and fill my empty loneliness with a friend. At the same time, the space between my tears and her fears created a voice in kindness and compassion.

I had sympathy for her loneliness and her tireless efforts living abroad far away from home.

I prepared myself to tear her heart open with my love and friendship. My choice to have a giving attitude instead of a hurt and offended reaction, opened up many spaces to get acquainted with her thus blessing her to receive my friendship, dismantling her protecting walls.

I kept my giving (saying) short and sweet, usually something positive and empowering, whenever I came across her spontaneously at the front desk, garden or the laundry room and left her in the space love and friendship created before any weird negative forces barged its way to cross us.

I felt blessed as she moved out of her comfort zone to bless this mysterious family with a boy and a cat that appeared from nowhere with an electric pan to cook Rice and Daal (lentils) and even offered us heavenly tasting Dhoklas! (Indian snack), in fact, we blessed her entire family, her husband, her brother-in-law and his family with many more memorable experiences in giving and receiving.

Again, as my heart was touched with love and gratitude, I made a beautiful card with these words…

A mother to a daughter

A sister to a woman

A friend to a stranger

All in one

He made me see

Beauty in your eyes and

Grace in your smile

Thank you

Yes, He made me see…

She received it with tears in her eyes… and displayed it on her front desk!

And yes, she did have big beautiful eyes and a graceful smile. That’s what I saw, that’s what He made me see, through her tears and fears, whether she could or was unable to see within her or not.

At that time, we were walking with God in many strange and supernatural ways, (yet another story for another time) as our family ministry grew through these eventful experiences and our hearts filled with love to touch those who came across in our journey literally as a walking temple.

Masterpiece of Creation

I am here now, with tears in my eyes and love in my heart, beloved…

Would you shine a smile through your pain if I shine a smile through my pain?

And again, every woman naturally embodied with inherent virtues of love, compassion, kindness and willingness to sacrifice through cycles of misled and misjudged perceptions, the one filled with talents and strengths so beautiful to behold, the one so beautiful, deserves to know the truth within, to see the truth within, to be the truth within and do justice to the creator and bring peace to the masterpiece of creation…

And to her, once again, I say…

A mother to a daughter

A sister to a woman

A friend to a stranger

All in one

I SEE

BEAUTY IN YOUR EYES AND

GRACE IN YOUR SMILE

THANK YOU

As of today you just made a new friend in a new way!

Thank you for listening to my voice within from my new home within that made sounds as words.

Welcome, to a New Home Within!

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