Seema Patel

Joined March 2025

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I am Seema. I contribute to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, Amazon KDP, Vocal Media.

I write on nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, social issues.

My art shop: https://artsforhealinggifts.etsy.com

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Mud Puddling Butterflies
not only nectar— butterflies mud-puddling there for mineral need. Yes, not only flower nectar, but butterflies sip minerals from the soil too.
By Seema Patel3 months ago in Poets
Buddhist Monks
You may have heard, a group of Buddhist monks are on a peace walk across the USA. Long walks are pilgrimage for Buddhist monks,
By Seema Patel3 months ago in Poets
Kitten's Love
Guest on the sofa I opened my sleepy eyes— kitten at my feet. One cold night, I had to sleep on the sofa of a colleague's living room. As I woke up in the morning, her kitten was curled up at my feet. I thought it was very adorable.
By Seema Patel3 months ago in Poets
Let Me Write
let me write my thoughts, let the rumbling lava flow— or the lid will blow. As a mother of two small kids, I don’t get to write often or for long stretches of time. Writers hate when ideas vanish and disruption to flow, we all know that.
By Seema Patel3 months ago in Poets
Body Needs Oxygen
be it sun or rain, I will go for a walk— the body needs oxygen. Some people skip walks, giving different issues or weather conditions as excuses. I don’t. Yet if there is wildfire smoke, leaf blower gas fumes, or mulch machines running, I will delay or skip.
By Seema Patel3 months ago in Poets
Hot Tea
Milk tea, ginger— brewed over slow heat, winter potion. Winter is harsh. It would have been rougher without the hot, steaming, spiced tea.
By Seema Patel3 months ago in Poets
My Cocoon Robe
The purple robe wrapping my torso tight— armor against cold. Since November to March, my trusted old purple robe is my cocoon
By Seema Patel3 months ago in Poets
A Leaf
not a simple leaf— great, inimitable nature. gratitude in heart. I don’t know about others, but on my walks I see fallen leaves, and each one is so attractive, so soul-stirring to me. I like them on the trees, in the air as confetti, and on the ground. It's a Brisbane Box leaf.
By Seema Patel3 months ago in Poets
The Mask
I was chopping vegetables, whimsical muse struck. I made a mask, with bell pepper and carrot, gave it to my daughter,
By Seema Patel3 months ago in Poets
My Spanish Vocabulary. Top Story - January 2026.
Hindi is my native language. English is my main mode of study and writing. Latin, I have some command, for I studied biology for decades.
By Seema Patel3 months ago in Poets
Hassle Turned to Privilege
Salmon, pasta, sandwich, pita bread, hummus, salad, olives, date fruits, fresh pomegranate juice. Delicious food?
By Seema Patel3 months ago in Poets
Kids Need Fresh Air
Soo, the little boy will go to preschool, just like his sister did one summer. It's harsh on him, and on us.
By Seema Patel3 months ago in Poets

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Mud Puddling Butterflies

Buddhist Monks

Kitten's Love

Let Me Write

Body Needs Oxygen

Hot Tea

My Cocoon Robe

A Leaf

The Mask

My Spanish Vocabulary. Top Story - January 2026.

Hassle Turned to Privilege

Kids Need Fresh Air

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