Do you ever cry at the silliest of moments? I always have. When Matthew died in Downton Abbey, I sat in my chair & wept. When leaving vacation, I aways start crying, for reasons I can't explain. When I read a good book, or see a beautiful sunset, or stare at a work of art,… Continue reading A World Entirely My Own
Growing up in the USA, I learned the song "Sweet Home Alabama" at young age & have been singing it passionately ever since. Only, when I was a kid, I used to feel a sense of wrongness when I sang along to the radio. After all, I didn't grow up in Alabama, and I wasn't born… Continue reading Sweet Home Alabama
Have you ever been at that crossroads? You know the one. Not the one yellow-colored one Robert Frost wrote about. The other one where Fear stands, pointing & yelling, This one is safer! You know you can't make it down that path! You're not up for it! You'll never make it! You might as well give… Continue reading When Fear Comes Knocking & My Thoughts Wage War
It happened so quickly, too. One second, the sun was bearing down on my back, and beads of sweat raced down my neck. One second, the air was hot & stifling. One second, it was summer. And then it collapsed. A crisp wind filled the air. The sun felt a little more gentle. I lay… Continue reading My Favorite Color is October
Before Alice made it to Wonderland, she had to fall. Do you ever get that sense of falling through life, as if you have stumbled upon a rabbit hole and when you finally hit the bottom, you will be a totally different person? I do. And it's right about now that I really want to… Continue reading Begin Again & Again & Again . . .