Day 102: A Tale of two Teresas (Part 1)

One is remembered as a slip of a girl, a fragile little flower, barely in her early twenties, living a life doing little things with great love. The other is remembered as a formidable woman who took on the challenge of caring for lepers and fighting against the powers that be, supporting the rights of…

Day 101: Everybody’s changing

It's a horrible feeling to have the world pass you by, when you remain as you are, where you are. It's been something I have been contemplating for a while now. As of this year, my life (as has been publicly visible), has been in a constant state of upheaval. Now I'm a creature of…

Day 100: Look what we’ve done!

Never thought that given the most eventful period of my life, I would complete 100 days of blogging. It's been rough most of the time, and so has the writing reflected the times. This has been cathartic for me. Knowing that mostly no one is reading  (I can't reallly see who's reading) except for views…

Day 99: Taking the wheel

I've been in a tizzy these days at work. Hungry, driven, motivated mostly to prove something to myself. This is a new feeling for me, folks. I've always been content with everything that I've been an done. Secure in the knowledge of myself - until now. Until a few choice blows (with permanent consequences) that…

Day 98: Let’s Talk

2 words. A cold shudder snakes through my spine. Let's talk No, these are not the Define The Relationship heart to heart conversations I've had my with significant others. (Pause to laugh at the inside joke, if you know it) These are normal discussions where you sit down and talk about (any) feelings. I would…

Day 97: Who you’re gonna call?

Imagine a cricket field, with a match in progress. You have two umpires on the field with you, tracking the game, tracking the bowling, calling out the fours and sixes, but there are times when maybe the ball just skims over the top edge of the bat straight into the wicketkeeper's gloves and it's hard…

Day 96: Red Flags

Someone once told me - 'What you run away from, will come back to haunt you' I don't know if it's God's grace, or my circumstances that have had me go through similar traumatic situations in the work place. Praying has become difficult as has listening to God's voice, a sure indicator that I'm doing…

Day 95: Last chance

“Aslan is a lion- the Lion, the great Lion." "Ooh" said Susan. "I'd thought he was a man. Is he-quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion"..."Safe?" said Mr Beaver ..."Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the…

Day 94: Pa rapa pum pum

You know the song. The wise men crowding around Baby Jesus with their wise gifts, with deep symbolic and theological meaning. And in the corner somewhere this little boy shuffles nervously. He has no fancy gifts to give the little Lord so he gives all he has, his talent, his song and pa rapapum pums…

Day 93: Failed

If Lent 2019 was an exam, I'd be failing. I have given into temptations, didn't follow through on my lenten resolutions and meandered through the early part of lent confused, dazed and horribly insecure. Following the Little way has been mighty difficult, starting with been able to pray like St. Therese for a heart that…