"FLOODED !" 30 x40 mixed media.  Artist:  Cheryl Braganza
  • "FLOODED !" 30 x40 mixed media.  Artist:  Cheryl Braganza

My Passions: empowering women through art, music and writing

My Challenges: time

My Vision for the Future: equality for women

My Areas of Expertise: art, Indian women, music, inspirational writing and talks


It is a joy for me to welcome you to our community. On PulseWire, you will find women who have dared to speak out and are making connections crossing oceans, continents, and cultural barriers to change the way we live. Stories are being told, movements are being started and laws are being reformed as lives are transformed. You are now a member of this vibrant community and I look forward to reading more about your passions, ideas, concerns and dreams.

To get started, you can share your ideas and dreams by writing in your journal, reading other member's journals and offering comments, and joining groups to participate in the discussions. Take a moment to browse through our group directory (http://www.worldpulse.com/pulsewire/groups) where you may find a group with similar interests to your own. Or, you may consider starting your own group where you can build a powerful network bringing together PulseWire members with similar visions who want to share ideas or actions.

Voices, such as your own, have transformed lives and I look forward to reading more from you. Again, welcome and thank you for joining PulseWire. Janice PulseWire Community Director


We are privileged to have you join our dynamic global online community. This is a perfect place to connect with others who also are passionate about art, music, and writing. I too am fueled by these same passions. After just finishing two novels, devouring one after another. A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry and A White Tiger by Aravind Adiga, I'm hungry for more! Both books streamed over and through me with images of India- fresh, layered, pulsing. Can you recommend another novel or two by an Indian writer?

Books, Music, Film (http://worldpulse.com/pulsewire/groups/4043) might be a group where you connect around inspirational writing. With a wealth of voracious readers on PulseWire, I'm confident connections will be plentiful.

Look forward to hearing about your path of empowering women through art. You are a creative spirit!

Warm wishes and a big welcome.

Laura PulseWire Volunteer

Hi Laura, One year later and I have just noticed your letter ! By now, the questions have probably changed but in case you are still looking, Jhumpa Lahiri's book The Inheritance of Loss and the Interpreter of Maladies are both good reads, as is The Space between Us by Thrity Umrigar. I am thoroughly enjoying reading the submissions on Pulse and had something for the HANDS piece, but of course, missed the deadline of Friday. Do you give extensions ? On another point, can I upload my latest painting somewhere on World Pulse - maybe on my page ? Please let me know. Thank you for everything you do as a volunteer !. Cheryl

I am attaching a painting " FLOODED" which I just completed of the tragic situation in Pakistan resulting from the floods. No one is certain if the floods can definitively be blamed on climate change or not, but in my view, this is a man-made disaster and so we must respond accordingly. I wish everyone would do a little to help, in whatever way they can.


I see you in their eyes, In the petals that fall in the autumn breeze, In the wolf that howls at the prairie moon, In the sun that lingers in the empty sky.

I see you in the wildflowers of the Rockies, Scrambling up the apple trees, rolling down the hills, Calling the robin to hurry to its nest Before darkness gulps its wings.

I see you when the earth moves and concrete kills, When the screams of your children thunder through the cracks And you cling to the rocks, our home, for comfort, Hearing no voices to echo your pain.

I see you in the tar balls bouncing off the waves Forgotten remnants deep on the ocean floor, In the black pelicans, black daisies, black dolphins Scattered aimlessly on pristine sand.

And, as the rains slash down on the land and bury our people In graveyards of blood and silt, I see you, I see you there Stretching your mangled, dripping arms to the rainbow, Knowing that you will not drown. No, you MUST not drown.

I see you chocolate brown against the whiteness of the dove, As it scratches your skin and pecks at your cheeks, Squawking for a world with no hate, No wars, no boundaries, no sadness, no struggle.

And when the end of the day comes and stars flood the night, I see you there too, Shimmering, nurturing, defending, Celebrating, daring, caring, sharing

My sister, My brother, My neighbor, My friend.

Written by Cheryl Braganza - Montreal, August 15, 2010 Read at the Montreal International Women’s Conference August 15, 2010

I have visited your website. Having seen your work and reading through the chronology of your journey , I feel happy and honoured to be in contact with you. You are truly a courageous person. Thank you for responding and allowing me a chance to have a few minutes of your busy and valuable time. I am from Delhi . Hindi is my original language . I worked in social care field for many years and lived with a dream that one day I will find a perfect guide and feel liberated. Your poem is so much thought provoking and touches the spirit of the soul. I would love to hear from you . Deep regards, Yasho.