An exorcism of not necessarily his demon, but of his divine discontent. I wonder if that is what it is, this need to write about things that terrify me. An escape from the improbability of change. A fight for the faith that strength will win. The wanton acts of war. It is all beyond me.

Life lost refound and the journey. Dear Friends and Readers,. I recently took up gardening and put up a veggie patch couple months ago. It has been a therapeutic experience to be sure. It is so pleasant to see the seeds turn into seedlings, two leaves grow to four and watch plants grow in height, flower and bear fruit. but today is the day of Dill.

On my way to the bus stop, I met eyes with a homeless who gave me the loveliest smile! My evening was automatically brightened. I gave him my change and we ended up talking for 20 minutes about my trip to India next year. What are your opinions? Pressures t.

It has been 10 days since my last post! Stoma.

Essays, quotes, poetry, journal entries. Through the eyes of another. Then I turned inside and turned my attentions towards myself, staring at my physical presence and appearance in the mirror that stood before me. Who do I want to be? If I look pretty,. I would think to myself,.