In the southern hemisphere, August is the last month of winter. Winter is the season when a lot of stuff dies. Some plants go dormant, trees lose leaves and it is cold. It is the time to prune the roses… Read more
My soul is heavy. I have grief upon grief upon grief. I feel like I am drowning in tears. My mind continually goes back to simpler, happier times as I remember those I have lost. Sometimes I smile, I cry,… Read more
Time is a strange thing. Each day has the same number of hours, minutes, seconds. Yet, some days feel longer, and some much shorter. When you’re waiting for something, it sometimes feels like time slows down, drags but when you’re… Read more
