What’re you simphly worrying phor?” Prisca would ask.

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She an East Indian Mumbaiite I grew to love for her wide-eyed honesty bright with sarcasm. She lived between all her brothers after a family crisis kicked her out of her own house, long story…

Prisca became a cook and a great one. She was there after our first daughter was born, all her fingers smashing turmeric and pepper into marinated meats. “Just you get phor up of your back an’ be doing what you want. Baybah (baby) your will get up soon soon then you can not do what what you want, nah! Get phor up!”

The Phor, as in ‘for’ meant exactly what I never asked.


The first time I truly registered that the earth was a Sphere and we were just spinning in space…? That day I stared out at a night sky wondering that we ached that much over trignometry & other horrors. Why were we afraid of this and that when there was literally nothing under our feet, no handles to hold in any eventuality….

It still startles me late nights and early mornings …. that a star twinkling out there, the moon, a sun are individual reminders of an Earth among other bodies just spinning on….what?!


We’re at new insolvable equations; here are Life & Death affairs going on between my unwashed packet of chips, and door knob. And newspaper baking in a 3 hr sun….

..an earth going on and on with no help from us and we think we have other worries?

I have a serious issue about standing upside down on an earth that asks no consent about its activities…

it distracts me to madness that we aren’t asking real questions… hey, who are we really??? Citizens of Earth….after which?


We like grass will wrinkle away in a heap. Sweetheart, this is my spirit writing this, not my finger bones. My spirit like galaxies & blackholes going on without our Superior Intelligence….

“Just you get phor up of your back an’ be doing what you want….. soon you may not do what what you want, nah! Get phor up!”

It’s a Call if we ever had one. A call to ask Real Questions and be replied to, the best we can hear….


8 thoughts on “Distracted!

  1. They say the earth is spinning,
    and hurtling through space,
    from some long ago beginning
    in an endless race
    with the sun and with the moon,
    and with this and that;
    but not me, this sounds mac’noon,
    and the Earth is still and flat.
    If it were spinning, we’d fly off,
    like gravel from a tyre,
    some say ,”Gravity!”, but I scoff,
    for how could trees grow higher
    if the Earth would pull them in?
    No, God pulls UP, and He doth win!

    mac’noon is Egyptian Arabic for ‘crazy’

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  2. I love this. We get so caught up in the mundane part of life and the doing of life, that we forget it’s a miracle at all to be alive while being hurled through space every day.

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