A prayer..

My sister gave this prayer to me.. Its from the bible.. Gods words to Isiah the prophet.. This prayer is for a person seeking the purpose of his life.. For one who is chasing the dream in his heart..For one starting a new begining..

I loved the verses and made a video of it :)

Love..

"It matters not who you love, where you love, why you love, when you love or how you love, it matters only that you love”
― John Lennon

something new..

Some changes look negative on the surface but you will soon realize that space is being created in your life for something new to emerge

 --Eckhart Tolle

Insanity..

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.


~ Nietzsche

Life..

As each precious year of my life passes ,  I am  getting more and more convinced that the words below breathe pure life..


Rules 4 , 6 , 7 , 9  were  the  lessons that remoulded me and my life the most.

Rule 4 was the most painful..

Rule 9 was the most liberating..

What about you?



The Ten Rules for Being Human

1. You will receive a body.

2. You will be presented with lessons.

3. There are no mistakes, only lessons.

4. Lessons are repeated until learned.

5. Learning does not end.

6. "There" is no better than "here".

7. Others are only mirrors of you.

8. What you make of your life is up to you.

9. All the answers lie inside of you.

10. You will forget all of this at birth.

From the book    "If Life is a Game, These are the Rules."
(Written by Cherie Carter-Scott, Ph.D.,

Awakening..

“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. 

Who looks outside, dreams;

who looks inside, awakes.” 

― C.G. Jung

Beauty..

 

If you want to have beauties of the sky
Appear to you and flirt with you,
Give your heart to the One who makes the mirror.
He will make it shine, be clean.
O Heart, be silent. Talk without words.
~ Rumi

Crossing the oceans..

They will not cry out loud,

No tears will fall from their eyes,

Those who have suffered the depths of pain.

 Their very soul torn apart.

In darkness innocence was lost and in darkness the scars remain,

to be healed only by a love that would cross oceans

with no stars to guide and wait eternity

as if it were but a day...

just to reach the hidden door of their heart.


~Jimmy McClendon

A weed bouquet..

A rose can say "I love you", orchids can enthrall, but a weed bouquet in a chubby fist, yes, that says it all. ~Author Unknown

Dying..

I don't know why.. but there is at least one case of death during my night duty now a days..

Actually my colleagues have started to tease me about it..


Its not anything dramatic.. all are chronic cases.. waiting for the release that only death can provide.. from bedsores.. catheters.. and iv drips medicines and sleepless nights of agony..


Waited.. patiently..and  sometimes impatiently..by the patient. as well as the relatives...
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Whatsoever.. I don't mind it.. I like to watch death arriving..

Slowly..

  I wait for the gasping to slow down.. the pulse to  become feeble.. and finally  the pupils to become dilated and fixed.

Waiting with the patient and his relatives I wonder how his life had been.. I say a silent prayer that the person leavng has no genuine regrets..



Recently I watched  an elderly lady breath her last.. the gasping was slowing down.. she thrust her tongue between her parched lips..

'Water ?'  I asked

She nodded softly..

A thin stream of tears trickled slowly down her sunken cheeks..

I told the sister on duty to call her husband

'Give her a sip of water.' I spoke gently..

He obliged.. she gulped the water down


Suddnly he started to weep and wheeze.. and crumpled on to the floor

OMG..!!

We carried him to a nearby bed..

He was gasping..

Hyperventilating  actually..

 Cos of severe mental stress.. !!!!

 W left the dying patient and attended to him !!

He responded to treatment..

We waited for some time for him to  settle.. and went back to the dying patient..

And smoothed her death..

I remember another case.. a chronic alcoholic.. with end stage.alcoholic liver disease ..

He lay dying .. slowly..

What struck me was his son.. a Teenager.. only as old my son.. waited alone for the death to come.. only his few friends  were with him.

The man had fought with all his relatives and even his wife had left him

But the son has somehow been able to forgive him.. he waited.. for days.. on the veranda outside the ICU.. .
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After the death.. the body was handed over to him.. he took over and made all the arrangements..


I was impressed by the way he did it.. soft.. sure and sad. and dignified... supported by his few friends as young as  him .
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I felt like hugging him .. comforting him ..and supporting him.

But I did nothing..

Just watched and learned ...

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This year..

    


This  year I will take time daily to
             
Master my mind.
              
Care for my body.
   
Nourish my soul

I will Read , Write,  Pray and Thank daily.

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