That first voice …

A particular day is not needed for being compassionate. But nowadays, the world feels so eager to look for war, that the voice of kindness seems overthrown, it seems forgotten. I don’t even mean our voices, even the voice of the written word feels drowned. Maybe a thousand voices shouting can make the #1000VoicesForCompassion drown out the one shouting for the opposite. I’m happy to be one such voice.

The Recurring Dream …

today I’ll begin by sharing a dream; it has no name, just a faint glow and a bright light I am walking into. I have no inkling, of what lies ahead or beyond for me; or even if the light shall pass soon or stay on forever. my heart is willing to take chances, but … Read moreThe Recurring Dream …