Hills will tell you that you hate running, but hills lie.

My Hopes, Memories and Dreams. I would love to invite you to come with me on the next pathway of my life that is unfolding. Pop on over for a visit to Colleen DuBois Medium and Authenticity Specialist. Here we go I hear you say Another one of those social media posts featuring crystals, angel feathers and purple velvet! I talk to dead.

Kingston-Upon-Hull - Not what the Southern journo. Friday, 27 February 2009. Hands on History museum;. The Land of Green Ginger;. Ye Olde Black Boy;. Ye Olde White Harte;. Hull and Humber Clipper;.

Beneath a grumbling grey sky of clotted clouds with no silver linings, stands a wet, puddle-dashed school forecourt. Now it stands empty, the childrens voices have all gone. Dull, dingy and damp. Billy watches and sups on his can of coke. Jackson you take green today! Billy watches them go.

Gripping my soul in your hand. Saturday, July 04, 2015. To change or to flow? Is it Complex or simple? It is always good to have a change or is it at times bad too? I want to still the time and stop the change. Well, I cannot win from time, I have to flow with its flow. After all what in this world is not complicated? I have .

September 24, 2012 15 Comments. I often wonder what my life be like. I do deserve this sad, pointless state. Now I bare the sins I made. So distant my selfish dreams at stake. Finding luck is too far away. June 28, 2012 5 Comments. Ruin, I evade to seek. Cannot bare my sores excrete. I labor this goal of mine. My dreams so far behind.

Our spirits are eternal, Our souls immortal, Our stay here temporal. It is good to be reminded of the good. With all the stuff we read, see or hear that is negative, it is a breath of fresh air to see acts of kindness and selflessness occurring on the fantastic planet we live on. I spotted this and went through all 105 images, some put a smile on my face. Being a conservative, I eat what I cook. It is good to be reminded of the good.

Between us, a phone call,. A little time, a little distance. Between us, two summers,. A monsoon, a winter. Between us, an ocean,. Between us, my painful love. Hanging from the sides of roofs. Who never saw snow,. In the wonder of my eyes. In the lands sans snow. Me, in the expanse of snow. You take my dreams to the mountains for a trek. Let them soar, I think. Let them touch the clouds.

July 17, 2015 1 Comment. We had just come to America,. Found its hub, a shopping mall,. Saw charms we just had to have. My mother chose blue, for health. I wanted to say it. At nine, I was. My heart murmur had turned. My colds got better, my. Stacked up nicely, in a clean row of. One blonde, one blue,. One porcelain, all healthy.

Men are respectable only as they respect Ralph Waldo Emerson. Did I ever really know the meaning of beauty? When I met Beauty she changed the definition of beauty.