The Inner History of a Day No one knew the name of this day; Born quietly from deepest night, It hid its face in light,
Category: Surviving loss
In Memory of An Anniversary
Two years ago to date my parents celebrated their Golden Wedding anniversary. I would like to share an old blog entry (written on another platform)
Interim
When near the end of the day, life has drained Out of light, and it is too soon For the mind of night to have
Soul Spa
You reach a point in life where you realise that it is time to slow down. The old cliche of stopping to smell the flowers
In Pursuit of Stability
I have lost count of how many times I have watched Julia Roberts in Eat, Pray, Love – and this certainly isn’t the first blog
Turning to Stone
I blinked and now it is September. If I were living in the Philippines, I would have heard the first Christmas carols chiming on the
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