I am so grateful for this blogging experience. I had no idea when I drafted up my first Afterwards post. That there already existed a strong network of grief bloggers who would welcome me into their circles with open arms. At the end of the month, we will have gone 5 years without her. I am a different person than I was 5 years ago.

Communion of two cultures, color and life. I just loved this post by Viveka, so thought of reblogging . It was more than 10 years since I was in Gdańsk the last time had forgotten how stunningly beautiful this Polish town truly is. Danzig is the name of the city I remember from my school days. From archaeological research shows that the resort was one of artisans and fishermen.

Edna Ferber, 1885-1968, American novelist, short story writer and playwright.

May we feel the tender toes of spirits dancing on the lining of our hearts. Sounding a bell in our Souls. Sunday, 23 November 2014. And so I move on from the Secret Garden where you will find me wondering in Ancient Spirit. Blessings Hail and Farewell until we return. Thursday, 22 August 2013. Wednesday, 21 August 2013. The photo that I hav.

All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move. Expat life is a pocket full of privilege and some days that sits more comfortably than others. There is the measureless madness of the streets,.

In Search of the Natural Order. The days end with copper glints. As swifts scream out the balm of night. The drawing curtains, ever. On the windowsill the sphinxing cat.

The journey has just begun! This Road, That Road! August 17, 2014 by Miles To Go. And sorry I could not travel both. And be one traveler, long I stood. And looked down one as far as I could. To where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other as just as fair. And having perhaps the better claim. Because it was grassy and wanted wear;. Though as for that the passing there. Had worn them really about the same.