Posts from the “Spirituality” Category


Posted on May 23, 2014

Throughout my pregnancy and at incrementing levels I dwelled mostly on: a) trying to block the very thought of giving birth altogether b) mind-note-taking, nodding and/or cringing at friend’s birth experiences c) watching wide-eyed like, a million births from the show “The Midwives”–dread and tears of joy got me every time, high five to all the midwives out there! At 35 weeks, Aaron and I were told that my ‘fluid’ was low– ‘visceral’ is the word that comes to mind for all things pregnancy, there are: bags, membranes, cords, sacks, pockets all slimy and warm, homey and life sustaining. It turns out that my amniotic, ‘The main fluid’ yah, was lacking. So, am I leaking it or how does one lose it?? Holding my breath and tightening my thigh…


Posted on December 9, 2012

A babe born in a manger, a piece of chocolate (something) handy, or an attempt to Martha Stewaring. Oh it all comes so suddenly and possessively (with eyes wide open on the ssessively part)

I wouldn’t change a thing, well maybe the shopping part.

There is much to celebrate.

At least that’s what I think.

For an instant life is sweeter, yet some things are still melancholic. We may look backwards, or maybe forwards, but the thing is.. regardless of direction, we are looking and we looking for something.
I don’t know.. it might just be. Love.


“He came upon a midnight clear*
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold
With peaceful wings unfurled,
their heavenly music floats
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing”
*Paragraphs from the gorgeous and well known hymn, I betcha you know it.

Some of these photos are from last year which I melancholically unfilled just because.


Posted on October 27, 2012

So I had said I was going to show you what the city looks like during Durga Puja, however, as it almost inevitable in these parts of our world, I fell ill about three days of the four days of Puja and I quarantined myself from the world outside. I was then, only able to capture a hint of the festive spirit and clearly did not do it justice, the true magnitude of this Hindu holiday it is difficult to describe in words. Oh well, you get an idea. I am Puja-out. Aaron and I had been invited to go on a boat tour on the Hooghly river on the last day of Puja– this is when all the gods are let to rest in the river and are anticlimactically pull…


Posted on October 8, 2012

Being in India is like being inside a kaleidoscope. There are colors and shapes and weirdness, and more colors and some light. This city is continually challenging me to stretch my views on faith, humanity and the intermingling of culture and belief. In a couple of weeks Calcuttans will be in the epicenter of a religious festivity called ‘Durga Puja’ and so will we–ayayyay chiquita! Durga has 10 arms. She also looks like… you are imagining her right now. Durga is a big deal here. She is mother (Very Important Word in India)and the ultimate warrior. She is hard core, guys. For this festivity Calcutta is like being in Disney world, but in every other street(I will make a another post so you can visualize what I…


Posted on July 10, 2012

I had been wanting to visit with the Missionaries of Charity ever since we got off the plane at the end of April. Before arriving I had gladly put away the fogged up specs of: ‘Calcutta the black hole’ or ‘Mother Teresa’s City of Joy’ but it is hard to separate the two regardless. To make things even for me Calcutta is more than Mother Teresa and Mother Teresa is more than Calcutta and both exist for a very good reasons. I mean, can we ever be damaged by the life and legacy of a tiny lady with big hands and a big heart in an incredible city such as Calcutta? I didn’t think so. “Put your hands in His hand and walk all alone with…