6:20pm:
Looking out through the rain, the sun shines through the clouds and onto one spot of the distant ocean. The fish beneath the surface, unaware of the storm surrounding them, keep swimming; oblivious.
The body around suffers. There is rain, thunder, lightning = storms. Clouds abundant. One ray peering through, untouched by the storm. God's peace. In the midst of everything, the soul is calm. No fear. No worry. His Grace is more than enough. Amazing love. So good. There is nothing like it. Life storms around, but the eye of the hurricane is perfectly calm. Nothing can shake a center anchored by God. Isn't that what they say? is it achievable? A reminder on the ocean this evening to be at peace. To strive for contentment. God is good.
7:27pm:
Writing in a ten rupee book. A cafe on the beach. Fresh fish on the stand, brought in after a days work. Thunder in the distance, a flash of lightning. The power that surrounds us. Red dresses, orange saris. Black hair, blonde hair, and some crazy green hair. All these people coming together in the unlikeliest of places. We are on an adventure, destined to cross paths and become a sentence in another story. A shared cup of tea, war stories and battle scars. A few laughs and we part ways, joyful for the momentary eclipse of our paths. When the sun's light is seen again, it brings a new view of the world, a fresh perspective. New light shining on a new journey.
That, among other things was this weekend. The train ride back included three kids who were just too cute that I got to share biscuits with. I did not know any of their language, but bonding over sweets is something every kid is good at in any corner of the world. It was a good weekend. Refreshing. What I needed to keep going strong for the remainder of the semester.
Here we go!
Looking out through the rain, the sun shines through the clouds and onto one spot of the distant ocean. The fish beneath the surface, unaware of the storm surrounding them, keep swimming; oblivious.
The body around suffers. There is rain, thunder, lightning = storms. Clouds abundant. One ray peering through, untouched by the storm. God's peace. In the midst of everything, the soul is calm. No fear. No worry. His Grace is more than enough. Amazing love. So good. There is nothing like it. Life storms around, but the eye of the hurricane is perfectly calm. Nothing can shake a center anchored by God. Isn't that what they say? is it achievable? A reminder on the ocean this evening to be at peace. To strive for contentment. God is good.
7:27pm:
Writing in a ten rupee book. A cafe on the beach. Fresh fish on the stand, brought in after a days work. Thunder in the distance, a flash of lightning. The power that surrounds us. Red dresses, orange saris. Black hair, blonde hair, and some crazy green hair. All these people coming together in the unlikeliest of places. We are on an adventure, destined to cross paths and become a sentence in another story. A shared cup of tea, war stories and battle scars. A few laughs and we part ways, joyful for the momentary eclipse of our paths. When the sun's light is seen again, it brings a new view of the world, a fresh perspective. New light shining on a new journey.
That, among other things was this weekend. The train ride back included three kids who were just too cute that I got to share biscuits with. I did not know any of their language, but bonding over sweets is something every kid is good at in any corner of the world. It was a good weekend. Refreshing. What I needed to keep going strong for the remainder of the semester.
Here we go!
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