Friends

No longer on my terrace but still these are my thoughts of the twilight hour, a little disjointed as no laptop through airport safety regulations, so sporadic visits to internet cafes. Passing through London I think of all the people I have visited.....especially those that have become frail or ill or grown so old you hardly recognise them...and I remember how fast the life passes. Time is ripping their strength from them but still they manage to smile and laugh. When they do I sense a great warmth inside, and I am happy I was able to visit them.

This site has not closed but I am travelling so keep visiting , more soon.

medicine for the soul

soon i must leave the tranquility of my terrace, for a month..for a place that has trees,grass birds that sing in the mornings, mountains and pines that run down to the white beaches.It will not be as warm but for sure it will refresh my soul, and inspire my creativity. Culture and festivals, country markets.
A FORM OF MEDICINE THAT CLEANSES THE MIND AND RIDS THOSE DARK CORNERS OF OUR BEING OF COBWEBS.
The air is pure and cleanses the thought processes that have become drained throughout the year. Everyone should spend some time in their favorite place, leaving behind all the clutter we have with us every day. Simple is stressfree

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The pain of life, sometimes is that of a sword that pierces the heart.
All of us at sometime will feel the pain of loss, I feel for the loss of those parents from the tragic accident this weekend, such young lives taken before they had time to discover the meaning of life. Let strength be your guide.

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