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Jane (mother) I love him so much. Letting go of something that your love is so incredibly strong for is the hardest thing I have ever had to do.
1st opuss and a bit of a test... Tried to email this, but doesn't seem to have worked. Perhaps it will arrive later and duplicate.. What to start with?..
So, tomorrow I fly out to Ireland for leg two of an acoustic tour that will take me all the way from trendy Dublin to the deep, green South of County Wexford.
I took a break from Opuss to set my mind straight. Its been a while since my last post but I am happy to be back.
Writing this blog is therapy for me, putting things down in black and white gets it all out of my system, all the hurt, pain and misery.
Yesterday I finished this very book and just like her other books, Sasson has managed to move me within the depths of my soul and make me realize how cruel the inhabitants of this Earth can be.
So...what to write...as the saying goes, so many blogs, so little time.
I do remember a time when I experienced joy quite regularly, it was a more innocent affair back then; honestly, the last time I can quite adamantly say I had it good was probably between the ages of...
We often hear people using the word "normal" it is, in fact, very widely used throughout ones day, week, year.
Time passes ever so quickly I've done many things in my life I've experienced a lot too Happiness , Joy , Anger , Hunger , Pride , Resentment , Forgiveness , Confusion , Sorrow , Despair ,...
I was a bit of a worrier in my teens. I worried about school, friends, girls, religion, rabies, how unfair life was and pretty much everything else.
Emotions born deep inside my soul, words born in this heart of mine that carries the heat from the sun that burn my skin when I was just a kid.
Saturday's Poem: Shrinking as they rise, the..." by Len Roberts, from Counting the Black Angels.
It was a typical East London secondary modern school, large, Victorian and overcrowded with an excess of green railings; it brooded in the shadow of Docklands.