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Posted: October 19, 2019 in mixed bag, Uncategorized
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rosa © Anuradha Prasad 2019

Free spirit. Braveheart. Mama’s girl. God’s child. Killer of mice and squirrels. Lover of chicken liver. Stretcher of limbs. Sun dozer. Calico saint. Mewer of plenty, for plenty. Slayer of door mats. Endless love. Endlessly loved. Into the big sleep and awakening and somewhere across the rainbow bridge : : Rosa Maria, from god-knows-when to 17 Oct 2019 on earth, now beyond

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sending loads of love and light to rosa

Usually I’m on the other side, getting quotes, not giving them.

A neighborhood social media initiative got some attention in The Hindu

https://www.thehindu.com/news/cities/bangalore/documenting-the-changing-face-of-indiranagar-through-its-residents/article29419513.ece

and something on FRIENDS in Gulf Today’s culture pages

https://www.gulftoday.ae/culture/2019/09/22/all-time-endearing-tv-sitcom-friends-turns-25-today

© Anuradha Prasad 2019

 

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© Anuradha Prasad 2018

a gift from the fearless collective!

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brunch and conversation © Anuradha Prasad 2018

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image: via pinterest

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the flare gun blazed fire into a bowl of charcoal chips.

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a mortar was filled with gold jewelry and set in the middle of the earthen bowl that sat on a bed of husk. little sparks flew up, descending in black specks of ash.

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the mortar was swirled in a bowl of water, making it sizzle with angry smoke. a sprinkle of husk calmed it. out of the violence emerged a nugget with veins of gray over a pale gold.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

Aitana Lopez’s Chiaroscuro Sufi Fusion

This looks to be the year of dance. I found the flamenco teacher I had been seeking for the last seven years next to me at a café. A cascade of curls, chin propped in her palm. As Aitana Lopez says, flamenco to her is the fire blazing in us, an expression of the self, at times joyful and at times fierce. A sacred offering of art made of love and served with pride.

I enjoy meditation in movement, coming into awareness in the curves, flows, and stretches of my body. Aitana led a Sufi whirling workshop which was all that and more. On the day of the pink moon, we came together in a circle to meditate, to ground, to connect to our self and with each other and the elements. And to whirl like the dervish.

Aitana whirled. In her white skirt edged with purple, a swirling flower.
A vortex of radiance and joy and love.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018