My heart is bursting with love for my son as he walks a path that thinks nothing of hardship as long as it leads to a sustainable way of life.
Category: Poetry: Upreet Dhaliwal
This is my avatar as Ophthalmologist, Storyteller, and Poet
Love that isn’t love
There are all kinds of love: filial, familial, platonic, romantic, but there is also a toxic variety which isn’t really love, is it?
Streams of consciousness
Poetic output of a workshop I attended last month on Listening to Yourself
Sunset Soliloquy
Today, a friend shared a photograph of a gorgeous sunset, where the golden orb hovered over the lake as though seeking permission to sink into the cool waters for well-deserved respite. It made me philosophical. Everything begins, everything ends, and in between is everything that matters. The sun rises and it sets, and that arc… Continue reading
Anticipating the winter of life
“For death is the only certain thing in life, and despite this cliché being an absolute truth, with only the timing varying from one person to another, we never seem to be prepared for it.” Daniela Norris, On Dragonfly Wings: A Skeptic’s Journey to Mediumship Every Transformation is a Kind of Dying. Is it so… Continue reading