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Tough Love
photo credit I was maybe eight or nine. Mommy and I were playing Scrabble. And she was clobbering me, her scores outmatching mine. At that young age, I wondered why she would not let me win a match even just once. Now I know why. Mommy’s refusal to let me win showed how she believed in her daughter’s…
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Phoneography Challenge: I Choose to Bloom
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” – Anais Nin Who doesn’t love the feeling of being ensconced in warmth? Of knowing that she is always safe and comfortable? Who won’t panic when gradually, the petals open one by…
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Photo+Text: Metamorphosis
I can only imagine how scary it might have been to be enveloped in total darkness as the cocoon wraps itself around the caterpillar’s entire body. The caterpillar would just lay there – helpless and wishing for a life outside – as seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, and hours into days. The helpless…
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Namaste
photo credit “We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” – Anais Nin When I was in college, I lived in a dormitory run by Catholic nuns. There, I came to know Sr. Lourdes who would greet me by clasping both her hands to her chest and bowing her head while saying, “Namaste.” I knew…
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Photo+Text: Lone Dandelion
Pardon my looong hiatus from this blog. I got busy during the holidays and in between my much-needed long vacation at home, got so swamped with work. I came up with the above photo and the accompanying quote because I was annoyed with someone who, for the nth time took solo credit for something I…
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