I had not been sick like this…I haven’t had a day like this since 1978. Or was it 1987?
The concept of rest, I think, is the mental jump in the kaleidoscope of fallen leaves..
In the midst of the troublesome world and a whole negative list of my own, at fifty-seven I am romanticizing my own corner of the world. As I awaken, I realize I have created a storybook life. Throughout all the ups and downs, here was my life.
“Soon..soon brown stalks awaken with green which turn to leaves.”
March 16, 2022 The news reporting and the replies from Ukrainians have caused me to marvel at the field of linguistics. I’m sure there is some selection to find English-speaking individuals. Their abilities re-ignite my vow to learn another language and to actually try out those abilities with travel! From last time, I wrote aboutContinue reading ““Easy girl. Easy.””
I’m hardly ever sick, but one day this past week I received a touch of a reminder..At work, my stomach churned and my head began to swim..