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Written by Angelo Kurbanali On an ordinary day, I stand on my feet in the sand in ankle(ish) deep water. The ends of the waves coming and going, water splashing all around me. Some waves are larger than others, but the one certainty is that the waves are coming. Few of us in the CaribbeanContinue reading “God’s Grace Is Like The Caribbean Sea”

Listening is awareness, awareness of what’s happening within and around me. In me and around me, there’s mystery – hidden within my moods and emotions. THE MYSTERY OF JOY Listening is awareness that I am joyful at the birth of my child. Listening is awareness that I feel satisfied with my school examination results. ListeningContinue reading “Listening and Awareness”

It’s comforting, secure, trustworthy and intimate.  When touched, we feel the throbbing heartbeat, the gentle expansion and contraction of the movement of the chest, the smoothness of skin, and the stimulus of body odor tickles hairy nostrils.  The tenderness of hands, in slow motion, moving up and down a receptive body.  It’s the human touch.Continue reading “The Human Touch”

“I feel sad. . .anxious . . . helpless.” Words that appeared in a WhatsApp message from a friend. A relative ends up, again, in hospital. It’s a mental illness, a family’s cross, an unbearable cross. The cross of mental illness is too heavy. The victim falls to the ground. She can’t bear the struggleContinue reading “Helplessness”

It’s the dry season.  It’s hot, humid, and hazy. Plants wilting. Birds lethargic. Humans move in slow motion. Creation ‘badly’ thirsts.  It’s also Covid time. There’s dryness and emptiness – no physical touch, no gathering, no liming. We are thirsting, thirsting for human touch, face to face conversation, group fraternity.  Like a dear that thirstsContinue reading “Patient Waiting”

I stand at the edge of a cliff. With the eyes of an indigenous woman basking in the warmth and stillness of the morning, I look out at the sea. I see white waves anxiously rolling towards the jagged shoreline, some bunching aggressively into the scattered remnants of the land, and others cleverly making theirContinue reading “Waves of Liberation”

The Tide! Tide is Time! Tide is timing! Low tide. High tide.  Tide is timing. Tide is time.  Tide or Time.  It’s the moment – the Kairos. Fishermen wait for the tide. Crabs wait for the tide. The Matura’s baby turtles wait for high tide, burst into the world, then take the high tide toContinue reading “Tide is Timing”

The John Crow (Jamaican). The Corbeau (Trinbagonian). The Vulture!  Exiting my house, I see one on top of the huge black Rhino water tank. It’s quenching its thirst, the source of which is a puddle of water settled on top of the tank.  Initially, I am not attracted to observe it or to take aContinue reading “Blackness”

I woke up early Republic Day (Trinidad and Tobago), not before Mother Sun, but early enough before her warmth blanketed the land.  I took a chair and settled in my garden of Eden, inspired to do a Visio Divina. I can hear my readers asking, “What’s a Visio Divina?”  It’s translated as “divine seeing”.  It’sContinue reading “Tension between the Old and New”

I conversed with a friend recently – an honest, frank and open tête-à-tête. He expressed appreciation for my blogs. They helped him to navigate life’s challenges and nourished his spiritual life. He also remarked on the shift he noticed in my writing style between August and September. The July and August blogs seemed relaxed, creative,Continue reading “Changes”