If I had wings.(poem)Adhvaryu, Jayinee
But instead, we’re more likely to hear, “that person must have grown up in a bad family, and must not have had other options. They must have been driven to do such evil.” How do we balance the two extremes—the one that only blames the individual with the one that gives quick ...
But during the Spring and Autumn Period, the crane had yet to come to prominence. Here, it's just a small ornament on top of a pot.Unlike the solemn and heavy bronze vessels of previous eras, this pot reveals a willingness on the part of its maker to introduce new ideas. Born of ...
Once a year my rather large extended family holds our annual Family Reunion and for more years than I can even remember, there has always been a story contest. But in recent years, the stories began to get a little bit raunchier and a whole lot stupider. So, a few years ago, when t...
The chair was a moveable wonder; he loved the feeling of power and strength it gave him for so little exertion. Once, he said to the wave at the back of her hair, " I hope I'm the only chair-pusher in your life," but she had only smiled a little and her eyes had admitted ...
name (which is definitely not a Jewish-labeled name) or my looks (Western European, mainly Irish) “outing” me as a convert among other Jews. I also remember feeling like I had to qualify any statement I made about my Judaism and my observance with “But I’m just a convert, so…...
guiding us on our daily rounds. They bring us into the place that is our very own. It is the place that divine Love has prepared for us in its own heart. This is a place we belong—not a physical place but a mental place, a heart space. It is a space where we feel safe and ...
he loved the feeling of power and strength it gave him for so little exertion. Once, he said to the wave at the back of her hair, " I hope I'm the only chair-pusher in your life," but she had only smiled a little and her eyes had admitted nothing. When he looked up, he noti...
She held them towards Mrs Beare. “Sorry. Mr Smith would beat me if I had nothing to give him.” She hung her head as tears filled her eyes. “You will call me ‘mother’, or mamma, if you prefer, and Mr Beare you will call ‘father’ or ‘papa’. But first we must get yo...
The chair was a moveable wonder; he loved the feeling of power and strength it gave him for so little exertion.12 Once, he said to the wave at the back of her hair, "I hope I'm the only chair-pusher in your life," but she had only smiled a little and her eyes had admitted ...