8230;a walk inside her mind. The battle fighting within me. Breaks me from the inside out. As I see your faces as I remember you all. Loving me the way you used to. The tears I cry in my dreams are real. The memories like yesterday but today. But I cannot cry them when awake. For they make me feel weak and afraid. I gave you so much of myself. That sometimes I have not much left. To share with others or even to sustain life. Because you were my life and your gone.

This post is to celebrate all the women in my family, in my network of friends and colleagues and in all the communities I have lived in. They were bold, well before the word hashtag became part of everyday vocabulary. They adapted to life with flexibility and courage. My beloved Mrs B, my former landlady who lived through the horrors of WWII losing her father, brother, husband.

Zombies? I spend a lot of time during my day reading, or at least I try to. My goal at Enter Omnipotence is to share with you my knowledge as I accumulate it at the most effective rate I am able.

HAY QUE DEJAR ATRÁS LO VIEJO. Even though it apparent, today I am not happy, I feel really sad for what happened today at breakfast. At the start of the day I was happy, we plan to have pancakes at home, my eldest daughter would help me in preparation and then we were going to walk to the river shore near our home. I get up in the m.